"WHY the HELL is there SUN in MY REALM?" the halls of Darklights castel shook under his voice. He slapped the person to his right, a small minion of his. One of his higher generals came up into his presence.

"Sir, it seems the vision of the blind seer are true. The exalted have gathered and now the time of their destruction is at hand."

"BUT THEY were never TO SUMMON THE LIGHT AGAIN?"

"Well sir, it seems someone has. Some one special."

"I DOn't CARE what the priest say. I don't care what the clerics or the fucking prophets see. I want my army raised in under one week. Death knights, skeletons, corpses. I want hordes. I want my scourge." He held his general by the throat. He held him hi off the ground, gripping his razor clawed gauntlet around his neck. "And for you, I want the lightbringer killed! I want him dead and his corspes dragged threw my halls. Kill him for me." Just then some one bursted into the main chambers. He was tired and scronny.

"Sir, the exalted.... they've attacked."

"WHAT! WHAT DO YOU MEAN.... HOW?" He said grabbing him up with his other arm while setting down his general.

"They came down out of the The Araegon, burning all teh souls out with them. The Rubbel crushed our village and then they slaughtered all of us. VAst numbers of them. Fifty, sixty. Hundreds.... i couldn't tell. I just began to run."

"WHAT? How where they able to gather with out you noticing?" His anger filled the room. Even the death kinghts felt uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry sir. We were..." His face was cracked and then removed.

"I WANT MY ARMIES NOW!"