�����...and the time came to pass that a great city was formed, and this city would be known as Darkhaven. It will be called this: after the people who gave their strength and lives. Let it stand the tests of time and be known throughout history as a place of fortune and solice...
����� Ethelridge read on. And as his eyes widened with glorious revelations, a loud hammering was heard at the door.
����� The hammering became louder. A familiar voice could be heard just past the door.
As ethelridge set the diary down and quickly made his way to the door, the diary had vanished.
Ethelridge swung the door wide open, to his surprise the familiar voice was not there. He took a step out; in a bright flash of light, he was gone.
����� "Ethelridge!" the voice shouted. "Come quick! We're being attacked!"
����� "Lord Artos cannot be found, Please, come quickly!"