Author's Note: DAY here. This is my first LOD fic, so I don't know how well this is going to go over, but I'm going to keep writing this even if I don't get many reviews. Besides, I already have the first bit written, so I'll just keep posting it periodically. Oh, and another thing, this fic is a little different from most, so I'm gonna make the first chapter a brief overview of the history of Endiness . . .

Disclaimer: No folks, I don't own the places, characters, history, plot etc, etc, of the game LOD. Or any other brand name, for that matter, if I use any later. Other history and OC's are mine, so please don't steal them, or else I will get very mad, k.



Endiness - A Brief History

Long, long ago, in another age, the Creator, Soa, sowed the seed of the Divine Tree. The tree sprouted and grew tall, a symbol of the gods on Endiness. The tree produced fruit, 108 different kinds for 108 different forms of life. Gigantos came from the 98th fruit, Minintos from the 99th. Dragons sprouted from the 105th followed by Humans from the 106th and Winglies from the 107th. But still the 108th fruit didn't hatch. The Winglies thought themselves dominant over all other forms of life, being the last of the life forms to be born. They enslaved Humans, and all other forms of life. But they did not rebel; there was no one to lead them.

But some Humans, who made their home in the northernmost reaches of Endiness, far more north than even Mille Sesseu, escaped the reaches of the Winglies. They had mages, powerful in magic, as were the Winglies, who were able to fight against the Winglies were no others could. And so the people of Valandia lived apart from the Winglies, and indeed, apart from the rest of the world. Time passed, and as the people of Valandia watched their enslaved race suffer and die under the Winglies, a voice was heard. The voice of one of the northern mages, Artifices, as they were called among their people, spoke up. He said that they should aid their fellow Humans. He was quickly and quietly silenced, though, through threat of punishment and exile. But the Valandians heard the cries of Brana Selpho and quickly rallied to his cause. So the King of Valandia had no choice but to let his Artifices lead the people against the Winglies.

The Winglies were surprised by the attack from the Humans of the north. Even though the Valandians were greatly outnumbered by the numerous Winglies, the Artifices led a spectacular series of assaults. The Artifices, led by Brana Selpho, seemed invincible. There seemed to be nothing that the Winglies could do against them, not even the most powerful, Melbu Frahma. It became clear that the Winglies could not win this fight without losing a great deal many more men than they were willing to lose, nor could the Humans win, for they were just too few in number.

The Ruling Council of the Winglies debated over what they would do with the meddlesome Humans that refused to back off and would not be enslaved. It was finally decided that 6 of the most powerful Wingly mages would cause a mountain range to spring up from the earth, one so high that it was covered in snow all year, and was impossible to pass. Then the 6 would sacrifice themselves so their souls would act as guardians across the range for eternity. It was done, the Valandians forced back across the line of where the range would pass, then the mages stepped forward and cast a spell as one. The ground seemed to erupt, and the range known now as the Impassable Breaks was born. It is legend that if someone was to pass into the heights of the Breaks, they would confront the Guardians. If worthy, the Guardians would let a Wingly pass, but Humans would never be allowed to pass. So says the legend . . .

And so the Valandians were exiled by the Winglies, and still the 108th fruit did not hatch. Time passed, and the Ruling Council began to become worried. If it took the last fruit this long to bring forth life, then surely it must be something that was powerful enough to obliterate the Winglies altogether. The Winglies did not want to lose their power, so the Council decided on a plan of action. They would separate the body of the fruit from its soul, imprisoning the body as a moon in the sky, and the soul in an orb given to the most powerful of Winglies, Melbu Frahma. The soul of the 108th fruit gave Melbu Frahma more power than he had ever imagined, and slowly the power started to corrupt him. Slowly, he started to take full control of the Ruling Council until it was a council no more, but became the Ruling Melbu Frahma.

At the same time, and man, a slave, named Diaz dreamed of freedom. Not just the passing daydreams that every Human had, but real, possible dreams. He cried out, much as Brana Selpho had for the Valandians, but not just Humans responded to his plea. The Dragons had heard as well. They had managed to escape capture, as had the northern Men, but they were far too few in number to do anything about the destruction they saw all around them. 7 Dragons sacrificed themselves to the cause of the Humans. Each of them gave their spirit to one Human that was worthy to wield it, and in doing so, died themselves. But as they couldn't live to see who was given the spirit, they put a little bit of their consciousness into the spirit, letting only those found worthy by that Dragon wield the power that the Dragon had had. Each Dragon thought that something different was the source of all power, so each had different ideas of what the ideal fighter for justice would be, and so their spirits all chose different people . . .

The Dragon Knights, also known as Dragoons, led the rebellion side by side with Diaz. And the Winglies found that this time, they could not defeat their adversary. The Red-Eye Dragoon, Dragon Knight of Fire, Zeig Feld, defeated Melbu Frahma in the final battle of the Dragon Campaign, as the rebellion would be known. He smashed Frahma's orb of power, releasing the soul of the 108th fruit, but drastically weakening his powers. And so he was able to impale the Wingly upon his sword. However, in the moment before his death, Frahma cast a petrification spell upon the gallant Dragoon, and sent his soul into the very essence of the Red-Eye Dragon's spirit, to be freed when called upon again.

The Humans won the day; the Winglies' number was reduced drastically by the epic war, and were exiled. Having no need for heroes, the Dragon's spirits quieted until they were needed again, and the only Dragon Knight who survived disappeared. And there had been no sign of the Valandians since their exile to the far north.

11,000 years passed. A legend had been born. Some called it old wives tales, but others knew it to be true. It was said that every 108 years a Moon Child was born to the earth to give it holy bliss. But every 108 years, that Child was destroyed by a devil called the Black Monster. And the spirits of the Dragons that had been sacrificed so long ago were reawakened. The new Dragoons unraveled the mystery surrounding the legend. The Moon Child was actually the soul of the 108th fruit born into a Human. The Black Monster was Rose, the surviving member of the original 7 Dragoons. She killed the Moon Children because when they would come of age, they would find a way to the Moon that Never Sets, the body of the 108th fruit, and be reborn into the Virage Embryo, God of Destruction who would ravage the world and destroy all life. The Divine Dragon, who the Winglies had imprisoned long ago, broke free of his bonds, was slain and had his soul extracted, making another Dragoon Spirit. Yet the Moon Child managed to reach the Moon that Never Sets, and the Virage Embryo was born. But before it could fully grow, the Dragoons killed it, and saved the world from destruction, and once again, the Dragoon Spirits passed out of knowledge. And still the Valandians had been forgotten and unheard from since their exile . . .

Over 5,000 years passed, but the world hadn't changed much since the last Coming of the Dragoons. Geographically and technology-wise, that is. After the last Coming, there was more acceptance of the Winglies, and other species too, but still the Gigantos returned to self-proclaimed exile, and the Minintos lived in small communities by themselves. Through thousands of years of breeding between Men and Winglies, the Winglies of this age did not always have the platinum hair and maroon eyes of their ancestors. Indeed, such a thing now was a rarity. But Humans remained unchanged. They had not the magic or the gift of flight, as the Winglies did. The lifespan of the Winglies was reduced to the same as that of Men. Yet still the Winglies retained their culture.

There are several towns and villages across Endiness that still only allow Winglies inhabitants. Most of them are situated on some sort of ground that is holy to the Winglies. For they alone still worship the gods of old. For the rest of the population, Soa was just a name to curse when something goes wrong. Yet despite ridicule, the Winglies still retained their faith. And the Valandians seemed to have passed out of all knowledge . . .

20 years before, black demons came from another world, another existence, trying to kill off all that was good in Endiness. It was called the Age of Turmoil, even though it lasted less than a year. They came, led by the Morgol, a being so strong in magic and swordsmanship that no one person could defeat it, to destroy all the Temples of the Winglies. The Temples to the Water God, the Fire God, the Thunder God and the Wind God all fell, yet the Shrine to the Archangel remained unharmed. That was due to the fact that a last gathering of the Guardians of the Temples, known as the Tahoan, stood and fought at the Final Battle. With the last alliance of Humans and other Wingly allies, the Tahoan led by Cinella Brightwing, the Humans led by Ando Ronora of Fletz, and the Winglies led by Jano Xanders, the force was strong enough to beat the demons once and for all. The combined strength of Cinella and Ando, bonded by love, was enough to finally vanquish the Morgol. But the Final Battle had its cost on the victors too. None of the Tahoan survives, and only a handful of the Humans and Winglies were left. Cinella and Ando both died fighting the Morgol. The only leader left was Jano. Yet Endiness was left to peace once again. But the Dragon spirits did not arise during this crisis. And the Valandians were still silent . . .

But there are still some people who don't believe in accepting the other Races. They believe that their Race is the one to control Endiness, rather than all four working together to raise the world properly. But what people don't know is that times are changing, and there are few who can do anything about it . . .

This is their story . . .

Author's note: Okay, yeah, I know that's a bit boring for all of you LOD fans, but it's LOD history the way I interpreted it. And I added some stuff that becomes important to the story. Like the whole thing about the Valandians, well you'll see about that . . .

Newayz, please review cuz I wanna know what ya think. And it will get better later, I promise . . . I just had to get the preliminary stuff outta the way.

[edit] Whoops, forgot some stuff that gets important later. But I got it now, so if ya haven't read it, ya better go back and find out what ya missed, or ya might miss something later . . .

[edit] I just realized I got one of the dates wrong . . .