Ever since the dawn of man, there was the egg. This egg had no parent and no nest. As long as man could remember, the egg was bonded with the mountain. For millennium, it had resided on the edge of a cliff. This cliff, however accessible, was never explored and came to a drop on the beach. The civilization that made the area their home had, after centuries, regarded the egg has an idol. They worshiped it and saw it as their deity standing on its high pedestal for all eternity. The natives saw it as a symbol of prosperity and strength. People had witness it endure harsh storms and natural disasters. Though these catastrophic events would nearly wipe out the civilization, the egg refused to be moved. Always holding its ground, it seemed as though this mysterious object was the target of these storms. Lightning repeatedly struck the cliff, only to have the egg remain untouched. The natives were speechless and remained humbly loyal to their idol. They had become more intrigued in the object and began to travel up the mountain to be in the presence of the idol. But once they approached it, they would recall having a sense of fear and enlightenment. The civilization was confident that their artifact would never fall. They were wrong. After centuries of prosperity, invaders arrived and brought about the fall of the civilization. These men were intelligent, but extremely bloodthirsty. Though the civilization fought hard, they fell. And after all the chaos, the invaders' king marched up the mountainside and tore the egg from the ground. He succeeded. After proving his point he tossed the great idol into the sea. The invaders celebrated their victory, singing in triumph. For they were victorious and could not be defeated. But they were unaware of what hell they had created for themselves and all mankind. Evil was rising and was the onset of hell on earth. It was the pure foundation of evil. No one was witness to the event but, once it had commenced the universe seemed to shift. Every creature could feel it. All life forms knew something catastrophic happened, and never knew what happened. On the beach, under the trashing waves, lay the egg. But now it finally happened- it had finally hatched. Some say it was a monster others say it was a god. Whatever had hatched from that egg couldn't be stopped. Though the hatchling was only one piece of the puzzle. A monster was rising. It was only a matter of time before it could be fully complete in its creation.