his had been a peaceful land, one of justice and law till the invasion. It came in the dead of night, swift and merciless. They destroyed everything in their path. Eventually, even the kings guard had been slain. As the royal family fled the queen laid a curse on the lands. Nothing would survive here till their family had reclaimed their throne. As the years passed, many tried to Settle here, farm the lands, but there homes crumbled and disease soon added their bones to the rubble. The lands became desolate and lay that way till the old king, after decades of exile, took to his deathbed where he summoned his son. 
n his final hours he told his son of the realm that had once been his home, of its beautiful buildings, its peaceful people and of the darkness that now gripped the land. He urged his son to take his family and return. Now was the time for healing, to rebuild what once was and rule fairly what was rightfully his. So they began the long journey back to the lands that had been so brutally taken from their family all those years ago.
ogether they breathed life back in to the barren soil, slowly pushed back the darkness till it only lurked in the darkest shadows of the realm. They built a land of immeasurable possibility, a land of hope and a place where imaginations could soar. A place where anything is possible if you only have the courage to dream it.
o you have such courage?
hen step inside and be welcome in