The newborn sun warms this new, green land, casting long dark shadows of the trees across the lakes. Some people go on with their daily lives, choosing to ignore the trouble and misfortune, all because of one thing: the cursed lands of Aaralyn.

It is fabled that all the ones that lived there drank from the well of beauty, also known as the Azure Illume, and because of that, they are immortal, beautiful creatures. But their souls don't last forever. For now all they are are but shells: empty nothings that lure in all who come near them. These are the creatures who try to gain power over the lands and territories.

Through all these troubles, packs, herds, prides, flocks and towns of all sorts have formed to fight against the evil powers of Aaralyn.