Sitting alone in the library, Zane sifts through heaps of scrolls and ancient, time-yellowed tomes, seeking out all reference to the first, Crimson Guardians: The clan which walked and served the realms so very long ago and disappeared under mysterious circumstance, leaving in its passing, a void which was filled by the current Guardians, Apostles and Celestians.

So few records remain however. So little information to guide him in the understanding of the ancient ways of that legendary order. He resigns himself to the fact he shall have to look elsewhere, "Mayhaps, the Apostles or Celestians will have something of interest secreted in their records."

Zane stands to leave, pointedly ignoring the leering stare of the gnome which protectively tends the books for the clan. As he walks toward the main hall, his eyes fall upon the central dais which contains a copy of the Scrolls of Rememberance.

Feeling nostalgic, his eyes quickly scan the document, until they stop, transfixed upon a single line of five letters.

S-H-A-R-P

In the fraction of time required to read that cursed name, his memories lead him back to the Event. A tragedy which has continued to torment the Guardians ever since.

For the sanctuary that was their hall was broken. The solace and peace forever ruptured by the Lord of Nightmares, on that day he 'converted' Sharp.

Speaking to himself in a hushed whisper, "And now, she walks the realms in his name, spreading the torments of the unending nightmare across the land. I have witnessed the rapture she takes in this dark quest. There is not a shred of what WAS once a Guardian left of her now. Her past knowledge of the Guardians must prove quite the boon to her new following. This will soon change."

"Some things cannot be forgotten. Some things will not be forgiven."

Zane crosses Sharp's name from the scroll and walks away.

The great Nisstyre came to me, you know the story well... He visited me while sleeping on the Guardianly Table of Stone. He was my nightmare! He touched my soul in ways that no other has done! So extremely! So absolutely!

It is true, I was once a Guardian, pure, aiding and of such good nature... But since his presence... No more! Nisstyre had grabbed my inner soul by means of pure nightmarism!

Seive, leader of CoN, took me kindly under his wing. He saw something in me that was somewhat Nightmarish! And so the journey began.

Seive (coach), Akihiro (assistant coach AKA AC) and Tyler slaved night and day to make me into the pod that I am today.

I felt a part of CoN from the start! The Nightmare had become a dream of reality, at long last!

Time passed, Seive moved on, Tyler passed by, and I continued my Nightmarish quest.

Nisstyre remained close to my heart, he had touched me so powerfully, I could never forget!

Then came the Oaken one! Oh! How powerful, so Nightmarish! I flourished under his rule! We all did!

The Guardians never once entered into my mind. I had loved there, I had made friends, some of which still remain, but never a loyalty did I feel.

I was happy serving my Lord, the word of Sylvaniana and Oaklore was gospel!

The Nightmare Reign lives now through me, Sylvaniana, Astaroth and Akihiro. I shall serve him, the great Nisstyre, until the day I die! And all of you shall fall to his Nightmares! Be unsafe in your dreaming! Be uneasy in your sleep!

May the Lord of Nightmares kiss your ass goodbye!