PROLOGUE
THE FINAL BATTLE
Roga stood on the edge of the cliff, eagerly awaiting what was inevitably the deciding moment of the clan's future. His only focus was protecting those he was charged with. Night loomed, and the army was sure to come at any moment.
The battle was against the MCS, or Magic Creatures Squad. The squad consisted of elves, pixies, and worst of all, dragons. The dragons were the ultimate threat, able to breathe fire over 50 feet. Roga knew the fury of these savage beasts all too well, as he had been severely burned weeks before.
Of course, Roga could have just as easily avoided this battle. The clan had lived in Cerisia, the land of magical creatures, for years. The Empire of the land had always allowed the clan to live in peace, but after a recent incident involving a young clan member and a beautiful elf maiden, the king had had enough of the pesky humans. Three days ago, the king ordered the humans to leave through the dragon portal to a different land or be destroyed. It was a hard decision, but Roga was not about to leave the land he lived on without a fight.
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The horns sounded late in the night. Roga could see the fire less than a mile away. With the clan's bravest and strongest warriors by his side, he stood as leader and was not about to back down.
"Men, we are outnumbered and outmatched. We are weak and small compared to them. It matters not. You must remember your ancestors that found this land hundreds of years ago. Remember the family you leave behind and all those who care about you. Most of all, remember what we're fighting for! They want us to leave this land, but no one is leaving without a fight!"
With that, the warriors charged into battle. Roga led, and killed a pixie with one blow of his war hammer. Sadly, that was one of the few high points of the battle. One by one, the warriors fell to magic and fire. There was nothing the humans could do to stop the rampaging army.
Some time during the battle, Roga was struck down by a well placed pixie blast. As he lay on the ground, he called his best warrior over to him. "You must go back to the clan and t-tell them to go through the portal. I don't have much time left, but the rest of you can make it. Now g-go before it's too late."
Those were Roga's final words. The pixie blasts have more power than any human can handle for long. Roga died on the battlefield with his warriors around him.
As the army advanced, the humans obeyed their leader's final wishes. They retreated back to the clan and got everyone to the portal. As they reached their destination, a pixie blast suddenly reached the group huddled around the portal. The blast knocked several warriors unconscious. The dragons flew between the clan and portal, and killed most of the humans. Roga's wife and newborn son survive the attack, but she didn't escape unharmed. A dragon inflicted a severe burn on her right side, immobilizing her.
"Go, my son to this new world and always remember your father and me" she said as she threw the baby into the portal. She died with the baby's face on her mind.
And so it came to pass that humans vanished from the magical realm of Cerisia.