"Thus, the Harrowing of Avalon. Red and bleeding gold are the sunsets of this age. Let the ground sleep fallow for ten thousand years of night. Let them crawl back from their dark-age muds and contagions. Let them relearn all their secret sciences and magicks. They will never learn to fight us. And we will come again to rape the shining kingdoms that rise from Camelot's ashes. Now take us home to Summer's End." Cast into wilderness, a group of youths awaken together and alone. Banished for failure of the rites that would see them made citizens, they must survive, fight and die. Whoever returns to the city gates is welcomed with bloody hands into the Enclave, where harnessing the power of life and death are the simplest things one might learn... The planet is a shambles. Broken down by nuclear war, reclaimed by nature. It is centuries since the great cities vomited their concrete bulk across the landscape. Where once were great towers of glass and steel now rise again the pillars of Earth to spread their leaves toward a sky choked still now and again by the ashes of those final thrashings. A species seemingly bent towards its own death, mankind still clings to life beneath the eaves. The pain was great, choking agony and darkness whirled all around. Time held no meaning in that forever-moment when life was torn away to spread in cooling red across the earth. It was then that the voice came, a whisper in the dark promising with its arrival power for the life that had been so callously taken. Scripture tells of saviors that came down from the mountains many years ago, man in form but filled with a divinity to reshape the world. Mankind made animals by their own hands these took unto their bosom so that their charges might once more lift their brows to the heavens without despair, turning their gaze across the Earth with new-found mastery. Walls they built to shelter, food they made to sustain, weapons they forged to protect and words they inscribed upon every heart so that none might forget what has been. Hands were placed upon her head, struggles contained by the restraints they had wrapped her in. Slowly these lessened then ceased and after a moment she looked up at her captors with eyes wide and wet. Joy, fear, sadness warred across her features. All her life she had known only pain, terror but now, it was as if she had been awakened. Knowledge flowed through her mind as if from those fingers that now traced her raised chin, enough to show her what had been done and what could be. There was a catch, but what were a few lives compared to the glory of becoming a living god?