“It
begins today. The Five will be awakened, and called by life. Fate
shall work it's way, and the one ruler shall be destroyed.
However...”
PROLOUGE
A
lone rider rode through a field of burnt grass, smoke weighing on his
shoulders. A drum was rolling in the distance. Death walked in the
field, men and women longing for one last breath of air, before there
final heart beat. The rider rode past them, not forgetting his errand
before him. He did not look back as the field became smaller and
smaller; then it vanished. He did not want to meet the fiery beast
that killed them all.
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* *
He
went ro