It was 900 A.D. and the world was dark and full of void. Goblins and trolls still walked amognst the humans while dragons lit the sky with flames. Branches of green vines grew on every house and castle. The people lived in constant fear that one day their life would soon be taken over by the Watrons. The Watrons were an army run by the most powerful man in the world which they knew, Figno. He destroyed farms, houses, villages, even kingdoms. He was unstoppable. No one dared to go against him in a battle nor to even look in his direction. Figno was ruler of all. The last seven kingdoms still remaining looked to a prophetess for urgent help to try to defend their domains. The woman spoke, "In ten years time Figno will come and show no mercy to your nations. Some will fall. Some will endure. By the time the ten years are through three kingdoms will stand. They will come together to fight the Watrons and they will be led by a young boy no older than nineteen. There will be great loss on each side and a price will have to be paid. Listen well and heed my words. The goblins will fight with you and the trolls against you. Gather as many dragons as you can. It will commence at sunset a seventy years from this day, when you hear the shriek from Mount Kinalli the battle will start."
