Syzygy

In Winter, Storm, in Deep, and Dark,
The many threads they'd see,
But in their rage they overstepped,
And then the Courts were three. Beware, oh love, the nothing mage,
A vengeful man is he,
So if you dare to draw his wrath,
Then nothing ye shall be. The stars align, the planets shift,
Their walls are split in twain.
Behold, behold, the syzygy,
Now we shall feast again. The king is dead, and any dreams of conquest have died with him. Now the Teralian army can dedicate their focus towards hunting the man who brought it all about. Fugitives for treason, Declan and his friends must slip past the nation's borders into the treacherous wildlands beyond. Trapped in a world of Faeries and whispers and prophecies, they chart their course for the Seat of the Tempest and for whatever powerful entity demanded his presence. The syzygy is coming, and the nothing mage will need every bit of help he can get if he's to find a way to stop it. Assuming he can even make it there alive.