Several thousand years ago in the ancient past, three kingdoms battled for our continent. The three kingdoms were Odin, Fenrir, and Thor. After Thor was sunk to the bottom of the sea by a meteor strike, mysterious men appeared and put an end to the hopeless war, by annihilating the remaining two kingdoms.

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Cress sauntered through a magnificent forest. The aroma of the blooming sakuras was unmistakable in the spring breeze. With a curious hand, he reached out to touch one of the gorgeous pink cherry blossoms. His itching fingers soothed with peace of mind as he felt the silky softness of the petal he now clutched in his very palm.

He stopped to look at his surroundings, for the forest was somewhat familiar. The forest of spirits? Yes. The Forest of spirits, this is where he was. He continued his stroll through the greenery, before he knew it; he ended up face to face with Yggdrasill. He placed his hand on the trunk of majestic tree. A slight smile graced his lips as he gently stroked the bark; his palm started tingling lightly from admiration.

Suddenly, he felt the presence of another behind him, he turned around.

A boy with spiky, chestnut brown, hair, and deep brown eyes stood before him with the same admiration etched onto his face.

"Who are you?" He asked, but no reply came from the boy clad in red.

"Who are you?!" He asked again, but with more force, still no answer.

He turned his attention back to the tree to get another eye-full before turning back to the other, but he had disappeared.

Who was that boy? Why was he here? Many similar questions raced through his mind, but all went without answers. He looked back up at the tree, but the magnificent tree that he first laid eyes on, had died and withered away, leaving nothing but a seemingly ancient stump.

What happened? What was going on? The tree was fine a minute ago!

He then saw the same boy again, grieving over the fallen tree, and what seemed like... wings? fluttering on his back. The most amazing bright blue wings that seemed to sparkle in the sunlight. What was he? What did he want? The same exact questions seemed to repeat over and over in his mind.

He turned his attention back to Yggdrasill; what would happen now that the tree of life has died off completely? Would the world die from a mana deficiency?

He knew that the crops would wither, that the land would slowly die, that people would die from starvation... the world would be thrown into chaos. What would happen then? Will the human race become extinct? Or would we find a way to survive?

Then there was blackness....

He was floating in darkness, was he dead? Where was he? What happened?

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Cress jolted awake; his body tingling. He quickly scanned the area, and realized that it was just a dream. Just a dream? No. It was to realistic, to terrifying, to be just a dream. But if it wasn't just a dream, what was it?

He quickly brushed it off to the side as if it were nothing, but he just couldn't shake the feeling that there was something else to it, but he wouldn't worry about it right now. It could wait until the morning, right?

He laid back down, and slowly started to drift back into his slumber, hoping that it would be peaceful and not disturbed with any more nightmares.

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A/N: The first four chapter may be a little bit slow, but I can assure you it won't be like that for long!