The war between the forces of Darkness and the forces of Light
had been going on for eons, and yet at the same time for just an instant. Black
magic and White magic slammed against each other, over and over, each time altering
the fabric of existence, changing, destroying, creating.
Those who were neither following a false prophet to their
doom or dedicated to the path of righteousness (both sides thought they were
the second one) needed a hero, not of the dark, not of the light, but of both.
And then Greymark was born, or created by battle, perhaps…
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