THE DREAM - STORY

The year is 2187 and the fourth world-war has left the earth stripped
of all but one last chance to live in peace...
With but a chanceto live at all.

Within this arid planet beats a pulse; a life still in its veins despite the aftermath of war.
This desert, made of rock and sand, is still fighting to survive.
Although the earth is barely capable of sustaining life at all,
a handful of people have lived to see the future unfold yet again.
Surpassing one tragedy just to live another.
Only proving that peace is not within our hearts, and again, mankind is set to fail.

In the land now named New London, there has risen an evil king
and with him, a new kingdom.

Built on hate, pain and greed, this kingdom only lives in the hope it can destroy.
This kingdom is led by the most sadistic of all men. His name: Ecnal VonCyle.

Breeding on the broken hearts, and the pain of discontent.
Ecnal's heart, if he possesses one, is cold and black as night, and his blood-red eyes
are without pupils; bearing no window to a soul.

Yet, there always lives some hope...
A rebellion in the name of peace has begun yet once again.
In a land now known as Lott, a new civilization is underway.

Dwelling in its city are a peaceful band of refugees.
Protected by their surrounding mighty wall, they have caged themselves from danger,
and possibly from an even greater fear...
For these walls represent a last prayer for victory in the name of love and peace.

These people, led by their appointed Czar, Taumas Khauvalle,
are a people of courage and of faith.
Taumas knows this rebellion is an enduring one,
and one they must all know that they will have to win; or die for.

Taumas is the adoptive father of Adaum, an orphan of the war...
An orphan of the very display of desperation, from which he was given birth.

In this twisted state of fate and confusion, this child is catapulted into a world of distrust,
a life of chaos, and a premature understanding of life's cold reality
and what a price there is to pay for freedom, or survival.

Adaum Khauvalle's fate is not the decision of any, not even his own...
But acceptance of the hand you're dealt is not an easy task for one so strong of will.

In this world, if one is without conformity they are labeled an outcast,
a delinquent; "HaunRogue" the rebel.

As the son of Taumas Khauvalle however, Adaum is destined to someday reign himself.
For the time being, he struggles with the awkward anticipation of becoming prince...
A leader of a dying world.

Adaum's life is much like many of his age; they have their times of laughter,
they have their times of sorrow, they have life and those they love...
Still, they posses too little of what one might truly value most... Time.

With little time for laughter, with little time to cry,
with little time for love and sorrow, little life to face then die...
Adaum feels deep inside, somehow, there must be something more.

Today is Adaum's turning; his becoming of the seventeenth pass.
He's a man now in this world; still an infant in his own.

A torment like he has never known is ready to begin...
That of learning how to lose, that of the pain involved to grow.

A bitter lesson to an eager mind is that of admitting one was wrong...

All this still lies ahead, and all Adaum can feel is fear...

From these emotions, there stems a strength inside, and the hope it takes to strive again.
It is a longing in ones heart when life becomes too tormenting.
For the teen-age heart has its tortures just the same.

These emotions drive us onward and build our hopes and our desires...
They can consume our thoughts, or they can absorb our very souls.

Here, the plans of youth are the strongest of our lives,
before the slightest shred of doubt, before the smallest hint of fear.
These plans are what we have to live for when life has proven unfit to live.

In his heart there beats a pulse, like that within his world.
And as strong as any blackened heart, or pain, or hate, or greed...
Lies the passion that compels us all...

This passion is...