If you want me to tell you this story, we have to travel back in time, to the beginning of the World, when Man had not yet been created.
Just a few races lived.
Immortal, wise, founder of the Balance of Life.
Some of them could fly, the ancient ones.
One of these divine races had a war with another, alike in wisdom.
The race which was the Founder of Life won the war, with a weapon called "The heart of the night".
The most Ancient one of the race used this weapon to defeat the enemy race, who took revenge on them, casting a terrible curse.
The pure race was condemned to hide from the sun for Eternity, for its rays would burn the skin like fire.
Their beautiful features became ghostly and their deep eyes as pale as Death.
The Heart was hidden and kept secret by the Ancient one himself.
After so many centuries, nobody knew or remembered where the Heart could have been.
Ages came and went like the seasons, races were born and destroyed.
And yet another race was born: the race of Man, whose only desire is Power, to be acquired easily by killing its own kind.
This beautiful yet cursed race and the race of Man lived together in Peace for millennia.
But as every Peace, this one was not eternal.
In the Old Age the race of Man became envious of this race. They started another war which lasted for 200 years, leading both races on the edge of extinction.
At the claim of the throne of King Claudius, the Good King. The war was at last over and truce was signed with the blood of both sovereigns.
With "The blood Pact", all the people of the kingdom were granted equal freedom.
Both humans and not.
But Man is known for its desire of War and Destruction, and soon it became obsessed by the powers of the race.
Their instinct is to destroy what is not understood, therefore hated.
Another war will begin soon.
Maybe not now.
Nor tomorrow.
But soon enough.
It has been foreseen.
It will be the last war that will carve the destinies of all races for ever.
All races will be called to fight: some will be forgiven, some will be punished!
