(no werewolves, zombies, or vampires)
The only light throughout the entire fortress was that of torches, burning dimly giving little hope. No sound echoed through the city that was once a place filled with happiness and delight now it appeared to be a living graveyard. The guard on the wall yelled out destroying the silence, 'open the gate! Open the gate at once!!'
It took seven men to open a door of the gate and in rode an old man, wearing grey robes on a mighty brown steed he rode in. His beard and hair were long, grey, messy, and tangled and fastened as his belt was a sheath with a great and mighty hilt. Grasped on his left hand was a wooden staff. He rode in slowly and the gate was closed and at once he dismounted his horse. Soldiers gathered around saying and asking, 'will Hyland come?', 'is their any hope?', and, 'will the east shine like it once did in days forgotten?'
The old man did not answer for he knew no answer but he was one of the six sages, sent down from Avalon to help the men of Igros. This sage was second in the order, Galatians the Wise, or Grey, or Mythron to some.