Legend speaks of a woman who sat upon the archway to the graves of the fallen. Smiling, she would assist the travelers along their way to pay respects to the dead. All golden eras must come to an end... and Isira was of no exception. Turmoil overran the Garden as malicious spirits from the Mire began to make their way in. In order to save the Garden and the afterlife as these spirits knew it, a sacrifice had to be made.
They began to work with the elemental deities of the land in hopes to acquire a new form. A new way to live and be free of the curse that became a plague. Some spirits would have to sacrifice their current forms in order for the transition to be fruitful. Amongst these spirits were the guardians of the Garden. Reduced to a normal status upon their rebirth they returned to the graves in search of others who wished to transition to a newer afterlife.
A few did and many others stayed behind. Not all had to switch for soon the curse began to fade and the dark ages the spirits knew vanished. The Mire still reigned over the malicious spirits and the Garden over the virtuous ones. Many villagers began to think all their troubles were over... but it was just the beginning of something even worse.