Prologue:
There is a dark home built with the cave as a part of it and inside this dark home lay a crippling powerful leader of a dark army often cast out of humanity as human demons because of their wickedness.
"Sir?" A dark servant comes into the leaders room. "Shall we start the world domination?" He asks.
The leader weakly turns to the servant. "No." His hoarse voice croaks. "I must be at the front lines for my subjects." He is so weak he isn't sure how much longer he can do this as he is slowly dying.
"Sir…." The servant says sadly.
"I need the blood from a living River family member at least." The leaders weak hoarse voice shakily says. "The legendary healing blood of the royal family will be mine! We must get that blood."
The servant nods and bows deeply in respect. "Of course." He says and quickly leaves to do just that.
The army stands on the hill overlooking the cluster of very close towns.
The servant who spoke to the leader is the head of the army. He raises his sword up high. "Charge!"
The army cheered and began charging down to the towns.
