[ WP ] You are an ancient evil , sealed away millennia ago by a legendary hero . You have escaped your imprisonment and attained a physical form . The first course of business ? Learning how to walk .

It had been a grand battle between Wora Lord of Shadows, and the hero Raf with Lux stone. A conflict that span dozens of realms and millennia in the blink of an eye. Wora an evil without shape or form finally sealed away by Raf's Lux stone. 
 
 In his abyss he could hear the changing of the world. Minor changes to man's society but still they shackled themselves to unfit rulers. Worst of all the hero Raf had been crowned king and even thousands of years later his line rules. 
 
 The people forgot about magic and terrors, those who remembered were unworthy sycophants. But in the bleak peasentry Wora heard a call. It was a prayer. 
 
 The worshipper told him of his troubles. Of how the land had bled and was no longer united. Of how he had lost his families coin and how all he had was his title and no heir to pass it on to. 
 
 After all this time in silence Wora could not help but be amused by this prayer. The worshipper continued, `` I am not so foolish as to wish your power let loose upon the world. But my ancestor defeated you once and in so doing brought the world together. Show your face again demon I beg of you, so that after such strife man can again know peace.'' 
 
 From his cage Wora roared with laughter. It was the descendant of Raf calling him back into this world. Suddenly a blast of light bled through the abyss. 
 
 After the shine of light months of darkness followed. It was as if Wora drifted through some black ocean. Suddenly he was back upon the realms of man. What felt like ages passed and his senses were alien to him. 
 
 Wora was once a creature without form but he could sense his flesh. He realised his will was connected to his body. So one day he willed himself to sight. There it was in its glory, the first thing he saw in a human body. The Lux Stone hanging above the fireplace. 
 
 He made a motion to move towards it and seize the strongest weapon that man had to offer. Wora could barely find the strength to lay on his stomach. Still he dragged his weak body and lurched forward, hitting the ground once more. 
 
 Frustration seized him. For the first time in eternity he felt impotent. The tears streaming down his face came as a surprise. From the floor he could make the shape of a woman moving towards him. He cried out a command, `` you there, Wench! It is I, Wora, master of mists and the lord of many paths. Bring me my prize the Lux Stone and I shall carve out a chunk of this realm to rule under my name.'' 
 
 The woman ignored him. Even worse she toyed with him. She bent down to his outstretched body and picked him up holding him in the air. Another man appeared at the edge of the room. Wora recognised his voice as that of the worshipper. The woman looked to him and smiled. 
 
 `` Honey it looks like our little prince is hungry again. He needs to feed so he can be a strong king like you.'' 
 
 Wora looked to see the Lux Stone in the distance and then suddenly the woman brought him to her chest popping a breast in his mouth. He thought to himself, `` Soon I shall walk and claim my prize, today I shall nourish myself and raise my strength.'' Wora continued to suckle.
