Lost Legacy

What if some legends are more than just stories? A black obsidian crystal Skull. Ancient. Mysterious. Waiting… I have no idea why it is invading my dreams, or why I now see fragments of a history that stretches back to a time before memory: A young woman entombed alive in an icy wasteland. A civilisation on the brink of destruction. A sacred Skull spirited away into the night. And Guardians who will sacrifice everything to keep it from falling into the wrong hands. Somehow, I know these are more than dreams. They’re memories.