"There is a prophecy of old: one that tells a story which has yet to come. Though unclear, the path towards the future will see a great war. One finally handing rule to the rightful inhabitants, which have been living peacefully for centuries. The intruders, the absolute monsters, will finally get what they deserve. They will once again be driven back into the darkness in which they came from. The ones deciding this victory will be two. One the leader of evil; the other the leader of good. Both with wings of demons, but hearts of gods. The battle will be decided when these two meet, bringing an end to our kind's suffering. The one who leads us will be declared king, and he will rule over the seven realms with a kind and caring heart; making sure that his people never suffer again."
"...Really, Daddy? H- how will we know which one is on our side, and which is on the humans'?" Asked a young creature; it's skin drenched in shadows, but the single torch the older one is holding reflects softly off the green-tinted skin of the creature. The older one smiled down at his son with a gentle smile, his face also green, with dark green hair, and deep solid black eyes.
"Legend says the leader of good will reveal himself to one of us. I am sure we will know who he is when we see him." The older of the two answered, not a doubt in his mind that exactly what he said will happen. The young one just looked back up at the wall, which was being illuminated by the single torch, and looked at the two opposing figures flying towards one another in the sky, above the armies of good and evil.
"What is the good one's name? I mean- what will it be?" The little one asked softly.
"Dark Wing." The father answered with a satisfied sigh. "He will go by the name Dark Wing II, king of Lodorr."
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