It had been three days since the five had woken up. Nobody knew each other or even where they were. What was this place? They had woken up just ahead of a brilliant huge structure. They all could feel a power radiating from inside, and curiousity soon erupted amongst themselves.

Each of the five was from a different race. A creature suited for night, a skilled phantom-like assassin, a dragon-hybrid, a ranger that thrived in the wind, and a tribal witch doctor. The five were very different, and rarely spoke to another. It was then, after three days of wandering this strange land, it happened.

A shudder vibrated the land, forcing the five to the ground. That familar power they had felt was gone, replaced with a strange mixture of power. Another force was brought into the land. The dire had been born.

It was much different from the original radiant ground. Instead of brightness, animals, and water, it was replaced with a much sinister atmosphere.

It was a dark, cursed land. Lava spewed from every crack. Animals ran to the safety of the radiant side.

It was then when the five decided to meet. To figure out what this new land was, and what it was there for. It was the fourth night. Birds chirped, squrrels ran to and from nearby trees, and the five sat around the bright fire.

This is when it began. The war of eons. The Defense of the Ancients. Dota.

"I guess I'll start with introducing myself." I stated, standing up before the brilliant fire. I looked around at the group. A blue, terrifying beast with a slit through the center of his head. A cloaked woman, who did nothing but sharpen her blade. A redhead archer dressed in green, and a purple man with a bone through his nose. Perfect.

"My name is Davion," I said loudly. "I used to be a dragon hunter, but after a particually close incident, I gave it up. I since then joined a group of knights known as the knights of the west wing." We sat there for a moment in silence before I cleared my throat. "Who's next?"

The redhead stood up, a big smile spread across her face. "I'm Lyralei, but you guys can call me Wind, if you'd like to. I was raised in a village known as Recktor, and have lived my life firing this bow." She raised a fairly large green recurve bow. "I love this bow with all my heart, just as a knight loves his armor." She winked at me and I quickly looked to the side, trying not to blush.

"I'll go next." The purple man said, rising. "I was the doctor of my tribe. I don't know how I arrived here, but I would assume none of you know either." He sat down as the cloaked woman stood.

"I am Mortred. I belong to the Sisters of the Veil, a divine order that none of you should speculate about." She sat down. All eyes fell upon the blue creature.

The creature looked around at the group, then slowly sighed. "I was known as Balanar. I am now the last of my race, all of my people are dead. I'm known by many names, some of which are better than others. I would like to leave it at that."

"Thank you, everyone." I said, standing again. "Now that we've been properly introduced, let's change to the matters at hand. We are all aware of this new presence in this strange land. Have any of you found out more about this new place?"

Balanar stood. "I have. Within the past hour I traveled into the dark land. It was much different than here. Everything is darker there, and before I had much of a chance to look around, I saw a figure standing ahead of me." Wind gasped. "I didn't get that great of a look, but I know this. She was a woman, with fire coming from her hands. I don't know about any of you, but I believe there may be others just like us, that were born on that side." He motioned in direction of the new land.

"Interesting idea," Mortred noted, staring at her large blade. "My question is, what would be the point of all of this? Do they want us to join forces, or eradicate another?"

The group fell silent. "Hey, let's not get too ahead of ourselves." I quickly said.

"Wait a moment," Mortred mumbled. "You could all feel the power leave us when the other side was born, correct?" We nodded in agreement. "Maybe if we found a way to get rid of the other side, that power would be restored. We could hold that power again."

"What are you saying?" Wind asked.

"I'm saying that we need to find someway to get rid of that dark land. All I know is that the power left us when that side was corrupted. That must mean it is the cause of the loss of power."

"The only worry I have about that theory, is what if the other, or others, are figuring this out too. What if they've already figured it out?"

"That means they must be preparing." Balanar said.

"Preparing for what?" Wind asked.

"For war."