
They were beginning to need more warriors in the greatest battle the land had ever seen. The dreams were falling fast. But he savior of light emerged from the sea, exploding from the waves with shiny seaglass wings and a blue light sword. Help had come in the best way, a strong, beautiful warrior with skills unknown to all else.

But at the same time, from the raging volcano of nightmares, an angry warrior boiled out with a spray of lava. A purple sword in his jaws, he plowed through the dreams, blackness spreading over the land. The war had not ended. Peace had not come.