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It’s the year 1286 Reuniali calendar. On a small blue planet named Tristan, a young blonde hair princess named Clíodhna watches from her palace window as the minions of Qyeemyexox, The Primal Queen of the Gateway pillage through the Imperial capital. Tears fall down her dimpled cheeks. Her make-up smeared from the crying as she watches imperial citizens being cut down in cold blood on the streets. The Sharpe blood stained fangs of one of Qyeemyexox many minions rip into the throat of a middle aged man as he tried to flee from the bloodcurdling tied of evil. Clíodhna cringed as the dark minions continue their killing and reign of terror. Suddenly there was a series of Sharpe thuds on door. “You’re Highness! You must leave; we have to get you to safety.” The voice of an Imperial Guardsman said. Defeated by the sorrow she picked her small slender body up from the window sill and ran over to the door. She opened the door and was quickly whisked away by the guardsmen. They ran down hall after hall of the Imperial palace. All of the lavish furnishings for naught as the planet was consumed by evil. They continued to race to make it to the hanger in time the get the princess and the royal family off the planet.

The group grew ever nearer to the hanger. Haphazardly a small band of Dark Minions met the group only mere meters from the hanger door and freedom. “Stand back Malady!” One of the Guardsmen ordered. As Princess Clíodhna huddled behind a pillar the Imperial Guardsmen drew their Lightreapers. Dark minions bellowed as they charged the group of valiant defenders. The Guardsmen opposed the evil beings with all of their will, but to no avail. They were cut down in battle, and the princess was taken hostage. The minions took Princess Clíodhna, the last remaining member of the Erebus royal family, to an awaiting transport. In the hanger a dark hulled craft was prepped and ready for take off anticipating the arrival of the Princess in the hands of the minions. Clíodhna kicked and screamed as the evil creatures carried her onto the transport. “No! Don’t take me! Let me go!” she screamed as the engines of the ship ignited and the craft up-heaved from the ground and blasted into space. The sleek dark hull seemed a absorb all of the light from the stars in the sky. 2 of Qyeemyexox’s fighters took flank to escort the transport the distance to Imehezo, the Dark World of the Gate. The pilot of the transport flipped a few switches that set the engines for light speed. In the rear of the ship Princess Clíodhna glanced back onto her home world for what she thought would be the last time. A single tear ran down her face as she watched as Tristan faded into a small pale blue dot in the distance of space.

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Princess Clíodhna hunkered near a window in the back of the transport. Sobbing uncontrollably she watched the darkness of space through the window. The dark black vacuum of space seemed to consume her heart. Hours pasted as Clíodhna gazed out the window blankly. After what seemed like an eternity, she could see a small dot in the distance. The ship neared this small red dot, as it did the small dot morphed into a huge menacing ball of fire and ash. Imehezo, the Dark World of the Gate as named by the profits of old, was a Hell-like planet were all manner of evil abide. The dark ship began to descend through the atmosphere. Clíodhna‘s eyes were filled with terrorized wonder as the volcanic surface of the planet neared. The transport headed down towards a huge ominous palace. The palace seemed to glow a red huge. Numerous turrets and towers of the palace were by themselves, taller than the surrounding mountains. A landing pad in the center tower lit up to guide the transport in. The shadowy ship slowed down and dropped its landing gear. It hovered before it sat down on the pad. 2 guards walked towards the craft and stood on each side of a ramp lowered from the ship. The hatch to the transport opened and Princess Clíodhna walked down. Her eyes were red from the constant crying. 4 minions escorted the princess to the main cambers of the palace. The halls of the palace were atramentous and shadowy. There seemed to be hardly any light. The princess’ eyes ached as she tried to see were she was walking. From the constant crying and trying to adjust her eyes to the darkness, her eyes felt as if they would fall out. One of the evil creatures shoved her so she would walk faster. She shrieked as the cold clammy hands of the creature touched her arm. Princess Clíodhna was never a tom boy. She strayed away from gross and dirty things. Most small lizards and insects appalled her. They continued down the never ending hall that was filled with darkness.

The princess and her escorts walked down a spiral stairway. It seemed as if the darkness was getting deeper. Down, down, down they descended. Deeper and deeper into the black earth of the planet. They soon reached a dungeon at least 30 meters down in the surface of the planet. Princess Clíodhna was filled with horror at what she saw. Numerous torture devices lined the walls. Men and women from many races were being abused by the evil dungeon guards. Shrills of pain and terror filled this evil place. This was one of the few times that Princess Clíodhna stopped crying, due to the immense terror. The minions took the princess and threw her violently into a prison cell at the end of the block. Their was no light, only darkness. Screams and cries filled the air of this most vile and evil of places. The princess picked her battered and bruised body off of the cold damp cell floor and huddled in a corner. She closed her eyes, hoping all of this was just a bad dream.

“What about mother! What about mother James!” exclaimed a young 12 year old girl being drag along by her older brother. Hannah Shahrivar and James Shahrivar are 2 young Tristanian teenagers fleeing from the advancing hoards of Evil Minions. “Hannah stop it! We have to get to the evacuation site. We can’t go back for mother.” James barked. “But, we can’t just leave mommy!” Hannah cried in return. Tears poured from Hannah’s eyes as they ran through a deserted city square, away from the Tide of Evil; towards the city. The legs of the 2 teenagers ached from the constant running. The strong and loving 16 year old brother held his sister’s hand as they ran towards the safety of the Frozen Garden Square, once a place of beauty, now turned into a large scale evacuation site. As the two ran James pondered the dying words of their mother. "James, take Hannah, get her to the Frozen gardens. Take care of her now, I can't go with you... not like this." A tear trickled down James' face as his boots trotted on the finely crafted stone pavement of the square.

In front of the 2 teens, a large armada of transport ships stood before them. Some of them filled with passengers began to take off and head for safety. Lines and lines of helpless people loaded on to the Shuttles and barges as they fled for safety. James still holding tightly onto Hannah's hand led her to a small shuttle near the entrance of the square. The light blue hue of the warp engines brightened up the shadows of the large clay statues overhead. A young Providence Navy sailor beckoned the two teens onto the shuttle. Inside a number of people huddled in every corner they could fit into, the shuttle was packed to the brim. The air was so thin due to the number of people inside. The smell of sweat filled the compartment air as the sailor closed the hatch to the outside. James and Hannah found what room they could and sat down. The young sailor opened the cockpit door and gave notice to the captain that the shuttle was full. A few flips of a switch and a large hum of the engines and the shuttle was in the air. Hannah looked out a small port hole as the ground seemed to fall away. Small specks of people could be seen loading onto the final transports, and just in time to. A large army of minions began to overrun the square just as the final transport was taking off. Evil was too late to stop the fleeing teenagers.

Once out of the atmosphere the shuttle began to travel clear of the planets gravitational pull. Ships began flying in every direction to escape, but they were met by Qyeemyexox star ships. These large dark ships began to destroy what Providence ships they could, allowing none to escape. Smaller fighter craft that seemed to resemble insects began to pour out of the larger ships like hornets. They stung at the fleeing ships with their lasers. Many craft were destroyed along with hundreds of people. James' shuttle began to receive fire from a few of these small dominative craft as well. The shuttle rocked back and forth. Many of the passengers began to shrill. Some pled for their lives as other scream at the oncoming death. However these screams were soon blocked out by the sound of the warp engines charging up. And just before the final blow could be dealt to the shuttle, they escaped via a bright flash in the darkness of space.