So I know I have many in progress stories, however that has never stopped me from getting an idea so here it is. Based on your requests and the way I left the ending of 'Hands of Time', this is the sequel. Hope you all enjoy this one as you have enjoyed that one.

Darkness Rising

Once Upon a Time, over a millennium ago, there were many lands joined together. They all lived in peace and prosperity, until one day a dark and sinister power descended upon the realm. This darkness turned the once prosperous land into one of desolate and decay. The realm was shrouded in darkness by the evil entity. The people of the realm were thrown into utter turmoil as the Dark entity started to enslave them, by stealing their souls and turning them into dark, sinister, and demonic creatures.

This terrible rein lasted one hundred years until one day there was an uprising. The rulers of each land formed an alliance to bring down the Darkness. Together they harnessed a greater power and sealed away the darkness and all the chaos and destruction forever…or so they thought.

After the evil was vanquished, the royal families came together to once again unite the land and return it to its former glory. However another war broke out and each royal tried to take this great power for their own. Only one stood, uncorrupted by this great and terrible power, and used it to banish each land into its own world and universe, with no memory of the greater kingdoms that they once were. It was to be their fate and their curse for all of time.

Now sitting in a Land Without Magic, amongst the vastness of passing time in the great pyramids, the last wielder willed the power away into the vast universe, hoping it would never have to be willed again. The royal is weak as she sits on the pyramid looking down at the people, oblivious to their ancestral heritage. She feels herself fading fast and looks up at the sun. Her last prayer is that they would remain that way for all of time.

The Great Power remained in the universe untouched and unsoiled for many eons. Its solitary purpose was to find a new host, who was worthy of its power. Then one day a great tragedy occurred in one of the kingdoms, whose heritage could have been traced back to the Greater Kingdom, the Enchanted Forest. A dark curse casted by the Evil Queen descended upon the realm, stripping everyone and everything of their Happy Endings. A babe was born in the mix of the tragedy, the Savior. Before the babe could be sent to safety to escape the curse the Great Power entered the babe and had remained dormant inside of her for twenty-eight long years; until such a time when it is needed.

Now sitting in the Shadow Realm, the Dark entity sits; growing ever stronger by feeding of the pain and suffering of the souls who have entered. He knows that he needs to act, claim his revenge for the one who had sealed him away. In the darkness a clawed hand creates a mist and laughs evilly at the image: for the blonde savior sleeps in her bed totally unaware of what is about to transpire.