In the Gardens of Oppressed Plagues, near the arena of forgotten souls that charmed her heart with the likes of grave sorrow, the Lady Mais, alone in the peacefulness of herself, danced upon the Lang Lagoon.  She watched the ghosts of the fallen knights as they floated across the still calm waters, while listening to the tranquil sounds of birds on furious flights above towering trees.  They swooped through the vast scenes of the endless wandering landscape as if dancing to their own rhythm of unheard music.  In the far off immense distance, she could hear the mournful cries of the goblin, Rhi.  He cried for his freedom after being exiled by the Holy Mindful Priest for attempting to steal the secrets of the Eternal Sage.

As she drifted along the edge of the waters, the Lady whispered her deepest thoughts to the listening trees surrounding the motionless gardens where the birthplaces of fallen souls remained.  In the gardens, she sought the truth of the fallen King who had once collided with the hands of the Gods in the shadowy wilderness during the Pluto Wars.  She longed to see where he stood beside the statues of his fallen children amid the sacred mines of eternal sacrifice.  She craved entrance to the antique Labyrinth beyond the gardens so she may seek the touch of the fallen King, banished in the Valley of the Ghostly Horses.

 ‘Jacques,’ she whispered and the towering treetops began to blow as if frightened by the fallen King’s name.  ‘Take me, Jacques.  I desire.’  But only silence answered her whispered pleas within the solace of the gardens.

As she turned away from the entrance of the Labyrinth, a deep sorrow filled her heart; the lack of response from the fallen one disheartened her gravely.  The ghosts of the knights continued to float as they sought to understand the new place they had been born, and as she lay down within the dark grass along the edge of the lagoon, her mournful heart craving her lover, the Lady closed her eyes, listening to the tranquil silence within the gardens.  Her mind wandered out towards the one she sought, whispering his name in thoughts:  Jacques…my love, I have come. Jacques…love me again within the gardens.

Suddenly, as if her soul had risen from her body, she felt his presence nearby.  She dared not open her eyes for such a mistake would steal his ghostly manifestation from her.  He had been born from blood of true darkness, but she loved him nonetheless, and she could now feel her heart beating with fantastic thrills she only knew while in the presence of the spawn of darkness.