Afeclin walked nervously to the entry of the cottage. He held his breath as he passed over the threshold.A little cradle was the only piece of furniture left in the building.Afeclin touched the
cradle delicately with one finger.All of a sudden he fell backward onto the floor as an image of the fire burst into his mind…He had seen a horrified face that screamed amongst red hot
flames.Found beyond the Elvin borders, Afeclin, a human child, is taken in and raised by an Elvin King. Now grown and longing to learn about the mystic arts, he embarks on a journey back into a
land now unfamiliar. Accompanied by his elvin friend, Wolflang, they leave their homes to seek out their destiny. Unbeknown to Afeclin and Wolflang however, the warlord, Moorlan and his
confederate, a dark mage, are preparing to bring war to the peaceful Land of Marrapassa, putting their lives and those they care about, in danger.