The Earth was once a peaceful planet. A place to call home for everyone. Humans, animals, plants, insects, and identified creatures. A strange way of living, is it not? Maybe for you it was, but I always call it home. It's perfect. Well... it was perfect. Now it's just a wasteland. Everything is practically empty. The villages, towns, cities, and the houses from which humans use to live. Where are they now?
That's for you to find out later...
Who am I? Well, my name is Reximillion, but I'd prefer to be called Rex just so you don't waste two seconds trying to say my name. Fair enough? I would hope so. Now, you might be asking where am I? To be honest... I don't even know myself. Most of the landscapes here have either been destroyed or broken up enough that you can barely recognize it. It's not like I need to know where I'm going anyways. There's nowhere to go. I'm just... going, hoping to find someplace where I can finally rest peacefully. Another thought might've popped up in your head. Why don't you just end your life so you can rest? I would if I could, but I can't.
A little child that looked as though it was in its early stages of life waddles up, giggling a bit. They turned their head over to a nearby stick, finding it interesting and decides to go play with it.
That's why. I gotta watch after this little bean. His name is Spike. His name may not sound like a regular human's name, but that's because he isn't human. And I'm not either. We're both creatures. A Daemon and a little Welsh Dragon, from a magical world called Cronat. The most beautiful place that has ever existed since the beginning of time. There were portals that led from here to there, but now they're destroyed. We can't go back... but we will soon.
