In a cave on the coastal shores in the former country of Ireland, was a newly created sacred grounds. A barrier, powerful yet invisible to the naked eye, veiled the caves maw. Inside lied it's treasure, a young goddess of fire and light, Rhona, and her twin, a god of the seas and thunder, Leon. It has been over 30 years since their home was destroyed, and they had fled to their current dwelling. And it has been over 30 years since the young god sealed his sister away.

Another dark "day", the same as the last, and the last, and even the one prior. Yet no matter how long time has passed,  Rhona's condition had not changed in the slightest. 30 years and she still lies asleep inside the cave's heart, patiently guarded by her loyal brother.

With, what Rhona's  soul would to believe, the extinction of all humans; she has refused to awaken, despite her once fatal injuries, had healed long ago. She had fallen deep into the dark, murky depths of despair and depression, as she believed it to be her fault that a race she cared for so deeply, yet knew very little about, was wiped clean off the face of the Earth.

Not a thing has changed since then. Not a beat, not a breath. Not a single thing has changed. Yet Leon waited and hoped for the day that her beloved sister would awaken from the dreadful curse he had placed on her. The terrible mistake he had made. He tried to hold his patience, yet it wore thin with every passing hour. [color=ed1c24]" You know tha' tha flow of time cannot be changed no matter how long ya sleep. So why? Why do you refuse to awake? Are ya waitin' fer somethin'? If so, what? What are ya waitin' fer?"[/color] The young god whispered softly to his other half.