The mists of time remain, though history seeps within. Secrets of lore are hidden where our memories cannot venture. From an era torn by fued came legends everclear. The power binds us, for magic never dies

When the world was dark and troubled, ripped apart by the chaos of war and power, there was no salvation from the terror. Everywhere, violence and mistrust. Disease and deception reigned supreme. Yet the refuge came not from knights of silver and gold, but from two enemies quite fierce.

There came a Lord and Lady, fresh from their youth. Never could they agree, for their ideals brought them quarrels. The Lord was bold and cunning, a lover of power and hunter of prey. His strength came from the dominance he fought to uphold.

But the Lady was of truth and spirit, blessed with a sight few could hold. She had the will to carry on, not matter what the cost. The hidden bothered her not, for the secrets could never hold her back. Her power came from intuition, and the ability to overcome.

For years, their fued progressed, a fight to prove the right. However, neither could out do the other, and none wished to compromise. When the times grew desperate and deadly, a hasty bond they made. They came together for the greater good, and their power combined was a force unlike any other. Yet once the fighting stopped, their years had passed them by.

Thus Shastina came to be, a bond between two worlds. From our Lord came Pantralus and Falcosel, the predators of power. From our Lady came Equinis and Lagamore, the swiftest and the true. Forever, they are bound by magic, carrying on the ideals from years long gone.