<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://s727.photobucket.com/user/watersprit03/media/rp%20places/FFX_zpsc8cfa790.jpg.html"></a><a class="postlink" href="http://i727.photobucket.com/albums/ww276/watersprit03/rp%20places/FFX_zpsc8cfa790.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">The Eternal Calm had brought a sense of calm and right in the world  of Spira. But like so many thing’s peace cannot be forever. A forgotten voice echoed through the land, its cry full of anger and rage. Echoing over the land in silence for a 100 years. But finally something stir’s beneath the frozen lake of Macalania. Screech’s and howl’s echo beneath it as the cracks reveal a mass of uncountable fiend’s. There claws and fangs bared ready to tear into anything that should cross their path.<br/>As there massing force pushes through the ice, the icy path that once <br/>lead to the Temple of Macalania crumbles. The Temple quickly <br/>following the ice that once held it in timeless  harsh beauty. Along <br/>with its  frozen Fayth, Shiva. With the intensifying roar of the fiends<br/> to crackle and fall into the once forgotten world that laid beneath it. The slush of the ice under the fiend’s feet as they roam out into the world. One stands on the center a gleaming red jewel atop it’s head, a swishing tail sways back and forth. It’s eyes gleaming red as it peered out into the world that had forgotten it’s cry. It's cry echoing of the blood  it would spill along Spira.</span></div>