Welcome to the 1st and only piece of Priston Tale fanfiction in existence!
(Or at least the only one I know of) Enjoy! --LilMako17 (Xiangua)
Disclaimer: I do not own EPT, KPT, TPT, or any other PT for that matter! If I did own EPT, well it would be a lot different.(^_^)
~~~~~~~~~~~PRISTON TALE~~~~~~~~~~~
(Prologue) Once upon a time, in one dimension or another, there was a mystical land inhabited by people of all sorts, from magicians and knights; to fighters and archers.
In the beginning, they all lived peacefully together, sharing everything like a single tribe. But greed and lust for power is human nature, and sometimes is can overwhelm people to such and extent they would sell their soul to the devil for more power. Thus the war began.
People joined sides and formed their own clans. This was the age of darkness. Trust and loyalty were almost non-existent, tribes kept to themselves, and people lived in fear of death.
Years went by. The old and weak died, while the new generation was born. This new generation knew little of the war that their ancestors had fought, and found no reason to continue it. The end of the age of darkness was coming near. But before the rebirth there must be death.
Disclaimer: I do not own EPT, KPT, TPT, or any other PT for that matter! If I did own EPT, well it would be a lot different.(^_^)
~~~~~~~~~~~PRISTON TALE~~~~~~~~~~~
(Prologue) Once upon a time, in one dimension or another, there was a mystical land inhabited by people of all sorts, from magicians and knights; to fighters and archers.
In the beginning, they all lived peacefully together, sharing everything like a single tribe. But greed and lust for power is human nature, and sometimes is can overwhelm people to such and extent they would sell their soul to the devil for more power. Thus the war began.
People joined sides and formed their own clans. This was the age of darkness. Trust and loyalty were almost non-existent, tribes kept to themselves, and people lived in fear of death.
Years went by. The old and weak died, while the new generation was born. This new generation knew little of the war that their ancestors had fought, and found no reason to continue it. The end of the age of darkness was coming near. But before the rebirth there must be death.