In a time where peace had been forgotten and evil was everywhere you turned. The war between the Xiron and the Sharlo raged on for hundreds of years on a small planet called Xin, the Xirons home planet. The Xiron were a peaceful race which used the crystals power to create the four Crystalic Guardians, they helped the Xiron in the fight against the Sharlo, an evil destructive race which bring pain and suffering to all around them.
As time grew on, the Xiron became few in number making them the minority of the two races. In desperate needs, the Xiron call to the crystal for its power, as the world become silent, rays of light came from the crystal which was at the center of the world. The four Crystalic Guardians vanished into dust as their power was sacrificed to the energy of which the rays of light were producing. As the last Guardians power entered the golden rays of energy, the portals which connected to the underworld opened up at random points around the world imprisoning the Shalon race within it.
Within a matter of minutes, the evil scattered around the world had been imprisoned into the underworld, but, as the last portal was closing, a small black stone came flying from within it shining across the sky as the new moon which had arisen struck it.
Peace over time had slowly started to come back to Xin and the Xiron that lived on it, but…. Deep within the depths of a surrounded encampment, laid a lone child with a black stone grasped tightly within his right hand. In a gust of thick dust the child had grown cold, and his skin became burnt and darkened. Standing up with lifeless eyes, he set of…. Leaving behind the words,
“I need souls” For the wind to whisk away into the silent night.
