His dreams were more vivid and descriptive, they were plaguing him every night he slept. They were getting more gruesome and horrible, and Rothardan was feeling more pain everytime he woke up. His limbs were falling to sleep and as a result, he was badly bruised from a fight with a dark being earlier on in the week. He had to get rid of these dreams somehow, and now he found himself in an area that no paladin should ever be in. Gloomwood, the forest that was within Balefire.

Balefire was an area in the shadow plane that had somehow returned to the land of the living. It was full of evil, being here made Rothardan's detect evil sense go haywire. His holy powers were failing him and as a result... he felt weak. Rothardan looked around and saw the trees towering over him, their branches like thin claws trying to slash the air itself. Some of the trees had gnarled twisted branches that made them look like horrible creatures of the shadow... perhaps they were.

And then Rothardan felt it, a kick in his stomach that was coming from the inside of him. Rothardan bent over with pain and screamed, it was like a fire was in his stomach.

"Rothardan, this place is far too evil for you to be here..." shouted the Solar infused within Rothardan.

Rothardan didn't listen, instead he kept going deeper into the forest... letting the evil powers of the forest enter his body. In the end, it was all too much for the Paladin, he fell to the ground and began to twitch. The evil was seeping into his soul, he felt power that he had never felt in his life, Rothardan knew that this forest would turn him evil.

Rothardan screamed in defiance, his voice howling into the air. He would not let this evil win. And then, it began. How it happened, he did not know... was it magic, or was it Rothardan's holiness? Rothardan screamed again and a black gas escaped from his mouth, his ears and his nostrils. This putrid black gas rose in mid-air and then sank into the ground. Rothardan still writhed in pain, the very effort of... whatever he had expelled from his body had taken it's toll.

A few more twitches of pain, and Rothardan laid still. He didn't move... he didn't breathe...

The gas arose and sank into the ground, right next to... whoever that man was. For a few seconds, it was all peaceful in the dark forest. Not a creature made a noise, not even a mouse. Then the most amazing thing happened to those who would have viewed it, the very ground in which the gas had seeped into began to rise. It was like a giant mold was being pressed upon the ground, a human shaped mold. The ground began to change shape, the mud became dark blue flesh and the twigs became eyes...
A new life-form had been created from the ground, a humanoid that bore some resemblance to the fallen figure beside it.

The figure opened it's eyes suddenly, as if awoken from a deep sleep. Looking around, he took in his surroundings before looking at himself all over. He looked at his hand, and wiggled some fingers. Then he shouted in triumph and stood up, laughing victoriously at being born. It had finally happened, the dark spell placed on Rothardan whilst in Arda had suddenly come into effect, and so this being had been born.

Then the figure looked at Rothardan and shook his head, tutting as if he were a disappointed parent. Poor old Rothardan, it seemed that the darkness within him was simply too much and his body had expelled it. Good ol' Xoco, pathetic for everything else accept this. It had all began when Rothardan was killed: A piece of dark magic had entered his body and as a result, Rothardan was impregnated with the darkness. But now the darkness had become to much and now he was born.

But... who was he? He needed a name of some sort... after all, he was the copy of Rothardan. Hmm... what should he call himself? Then it suddenly hit him, the perfect name.

Roth-Amon.

It was perfect, it was dignified and evil... just great. Roth-Amon smiled at himself and knew he had to get rid of Rothardan now before anything happened. So he pointed his finger and uttered a curse of some sort. His finger began to glow... and then it diminished. What? That wasn't supposed to happen at all... a bolt of lightning was meant to come out and kill the Paladin. Instead, something had gone wrong.

Lucky old Rothardan, it seemed that Roth-Amon was born a little prematurely. Then the next bad thing happened...