Far away in the black fortress of Nightfall Citadel, Malvyr stood before a large magical mirror.
Dark energy surrounded him.
Inside the mirror, the image of the glowing map appeared.
"So the first piece has awakened," Malvyr said with a cruel smile.
He turned toward his servants.
Three tall shadow creatures stepped forward.
They were known as Night Hunters.
"Go to Riverfall," Malvyr ordered.
"Find the boy who carries the map."
"Bring it to me."
The creatures bowed and disappeared into the night.
Meanwhile, in Riverfall village, Arian packed a small bag.
Arkon had explained that they must leave before sunrise.
"The hunters will come soon," the wizard warned.
Just as they prepared to leave, a loud scream echoed from the village.
Arian ran outside.
Dark creatures were flying above the rooftops.
Villagers ran in fear.
"The hunters are here!" Arkon shouted.
One of the shadow creatures landed in front of Arian.
Its glowing eyes stared at him.
"The map… belongs… to Malvyr…"
The creature attacked.
Before it could strike, a sharp blade flashed through the air.
A mysterious warrior jumped from the shadows and cut the creature down.
He wore black armor and carried two swords.
"Get moving!" the warrior shouted.
"There are more coming."
Arian stared at him.
"Who are you?"
The warrior smiled slightly.
"Someone who doesn't want Malvyr to win."
"My name is Draven Blackthorn."
Behind them, more shadow hunters approached.
Arkon raised his staff.
"Run!" he shouted.
And so, under the stormy sky, Arian Stormblade left his village for the first time.
His journey to find the Forbidden Map of Magic had begun.
But far ahead lay dark forests, ancient dragons, and deadly enemies.
And the greatest adventure Eldoria had ever seen.