"He clutched his sword with trembling hands,holding onto it as though it was his last hope. Tears fell from his eyes as he looked into the face of a fallen comrade. He knelt beside his fellow warrior and closed his eyes in frustration. The rain fell in heavy drops, washing away the blood and grime from the battle. In midst of this bloodshed and hunger for victory, he smirked. The battle was his." Can the prophecy told by the Silver Skylark come to life? Will the sword overcome the shield? Will either side gain victory from this endless war?All Rights Reserved