Stupid Garthim! You want Gelfling? Why not ask me?! No - easier to send your crab-brained soldiers, burn my home! Now home gone, Gelfling gone - nothing but Aughra! Mouldy mildew, mother of mouthmuck, dangle and strangle and death!.The Great Conjunction is the end of the world! Or the beginning.Another Great Conjunction coming up! Anything could happen. That's when the Skeksis appeared, and the Mystics. A thousand years ago, there was a Great Conjunction.But Gelfling all dead! Garthim kill them all! You can't be Gelfling! You look like Gelfling.Reading prophecy about the Dark Crystal.Some directions! Who is Aughra, anyway? One of these things? Maybe she murders Gelflings. "Follow the Greater Sun for a day to the home of Aughra." Hmph. What in the world? This place is weird.And a journey must begin - the journey of Jen. Now it must be healed, or pass forever into the rule of evil. A thousand years have passed, and now, once more, the world must undergo a time of testing. Only Jen survived, to be raised by the wisest of the Mystics. The Skeksis killed his family, destroyed his clan. In the valley of the Mystics, there lives a Gelfling, Jen.Today, they summon the one who must save them. Today, the wisest of the Mystics lies dying. A dying race, numbly rehearsing the ancient ways in a blur of forgetfulness. Their ways were the gentle ways of natural wizards. And here, far from the castle, the race of Mystics came to live in a dream of peace. A thousand years ago, the Crystal cracked.Today, a new emperor must seize the throne.
But today, the ceremony of the sun gives no comfort. Today, once more, they will replenish themselves, cheat death again, through the power of their source, their treasure, their fate - the Dark Crystal. As they ravaged the land, so too they learned to draw new life from the sun. Today, once more, they gather at the Crystal as the first sun climbs to its peak. A dying race, ruled by a dying emperor, imprisoned within themselves in a dying land. For a thousand years they have ruled, yet now there are only ten. The Skeksis with their hard and twisted bodies, their harsh and twisted wills. Now the Skeksis gather in the sacred chamber, where the Crystal hangs above a shaft of air and fire. Here in the castle of the Crystal, the Skeksis took control. Then strife began, and two new races appeared: the cruel Skeksis, the gentle Mystics. For a single piece was lost a shard of the Crystal. A thousand years ago, this land was green and good - until the Crystal cracked. Another world, another time, in the age of wonder.