I have long heard the tales of the Shadefiends and the Blazemutans, terrible beasts from the depths of the Desolate Vales, a hellish place where none, other than the beasts, are left to live. I have also heard of the swirling Sky Ethereals, dancing on the clouds and looking down upon us with glee, in the form of the sun, the moons, and the stars. I have heard of the stories of the making of the Aecretta, a shield for the whole of Asluinia from the Desolate Vales, sitting in the middle of Briar Glen, a small town built around the tall, glorious willow tree. But I have never heard of the Prophecy of the Moon's Fear, not until the world began to turn into chaos.