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Claiming the throne as his own, his followers began to swallow the land into darkness. Until there were but a few innocents left. But away from Gares' evil eyes, led by the deceased Kings Head Knight, Serra, they were enhancing their fighting and magical abilities. They named themselves the MagiKnights.
Gare's armies gathered in the valley outside the forest of Faeryn, chanting and howling. Thunder crackled in the blackened sky as the rain turned the ground to mud. The Dark Lord watched the edge of the forest through his thick, black helmet, of which the face within had never been revealed.
Gares' Army impatiently waving swords and flags overhead...
On the other side of the valley, bordering the forest, a white horse emerged, a female warrior on its back. The rider was Serra, the leader of the only hope for good left throughout the land...the MagiKnights, which, one after the other, emerged from the trees..
Gares eyes give a deep red glow. He had slain the king, and now he would defeat the only thing standing in his way, the MagiKnights....
The battle lasted 3 days, until there was but a few left on the battlefield. The Dark Army fled, leaving their dead. As the sun came up, not a dark soul could be seen on the battlefield. The MagiKnights had won.
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