Ardra had ruled over them for so many years. A thick, choking cloak of despair seemed to bind them all, extinguishing the flames of hope in many of the creatures. It seemed that this darkness, already having lasted two hundred years, was never to end, that Ardanon would never again be held by the sweet embrace of peace and tranquility. Anyone who dared to defy the Queen and her loyalties promptly had been exiled, and there were few who dared to speak ill of her. But there were some who resisted, a guild being assembled in the utmost secrecy to return Ardanon to the greatness it once had seen. They risked their lives for the cause, and so far Ardra hadn't heard a whisper of their plans. Only time will tell if they have the power to end her reign, the courage to defy her, and the strength to endure. For those loyal to her majesty, this may indeed be the last haven.