Introduction

As the dawn of the Industrial Age hits the land of Extraho Alveus (Dragons Hollow), the land began to flourish. The people were finding new ways to harvest, new ways to travel…and new ways to wage war. As the age progressed wars between the Humani and the Elder Races broke out. The Elders have lived on Extraho Alveus for over Millennia, they were the first to tame dragons, they built the first Empire in the land, they also introduced the first Humani to the land…they soon came to realize that was a grave mistake. The other races of neighboring Kingdoms have chosen sides as well, while the Dwarves stand with the Elders, the Elves Stand with the Humani. As we begin our adventure we find young Hunter Reign chopping wood for his village as he always does, at the age of 17 no one knows how he got there or why he chooses to help, but the war hasn't come to them so they have not questioned why he hasn't left. Soon though the skies begin to darken as the sparrows that hung around the cabin began to fly away as if danger was coming…Little did Hunter know that he would soon be thrown into a war that has been gaining fuel for some time now. Let us begin.

Chapter 1: Dawn of the New Age

"Wha…why are the sparrows flying off in such a hurry" Hunter said as he propped against his axe, he wiped the sweat from his brow. The air was foul as the skies grew dark, but he shook it off as he began to take the wood and load it into his MechaHog, a 4 wheeled civilian transport carrier that was outfitted to climb rugged terrain and Hunter took damn good care of it as he worked for the village all his life. As he climbed into the drivers seat he started the carrier with his multi-key, it locked itself in as Hunter began to drive into the village, all around people were hurrying to get inside, it was odd that this was happening usually the village was so lively that Hunter had to usually get out and carry the loads to his drop offs.

Hunter stopped near the village center and got out, as he took his multi-key a familiar voice behind him brought him back to reality.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Hunter the Wildman" the voice said as Hunter turned around.

"Ah, old man it's nice to see you again, it's been a few weeks, how are you feeling, last time I was here you were on your deathbed?" Hunter joked as he went to the back and tied the load he chopped. "I have your wood for the winter old man, by the way what is up with the village…Why is everyone locking up and hiding, I understand the air has turned foul and the skies have darkened, but that means nothing the war is far away and we are fine here." Hunter asked as he followed the old man.

"The Village of Sparrows…has always been a village of peace…a place to get away from the wars of the Elders and Humani…we all know though…we all know that the war is coming. " The old man said as he sat on a bench. He let out a long sigh as Hunter drew near. "You are not apart of us, you have known for some time I believe, but regardless we trust you here at the village...unfortunately though, the time is coming when you will have to decide your own path…" He sighed as he looked up at the dark skies as if he were remembering his past. "We are nearly there to my home, please…leave that wood here with this family, the head of the household disappeared and they are scared, I will be fine without the wood for now." The old man smiled as he knocked on the door, a young woman stepped out, she was no older that Hunter, but was scared and feeble. The old man comforted her as Hunter watched. Soon the old man beckoned inside. As Hunter entered, he saw that their fire was just embers by this point, with a smile Hunter stoked the fire back to life and added a few logs to the fire in hopes of keeping it aflame.

As the old man and Hunter left the house, the old man stopped and turned toward his house at the entrance of the village.

"I want you to come by tonight around the dead hour…I have a gift for you…oh and by the way…bring more wood, you did not think that the Village chief was going to go without warmth did you." And with that the Chief smiled as he turned and walked away leaving Hunter their completely stunned that the old man was as cruel and lively as ever.

"Stupid old man." Hunter scoffed as he turned to back to the village center. "One day…I will be chief…or even better I will be the next King…then there would be no more wars…no more sadness…and I can rub it into that old mans face because by the gods we all know he will live to see the next 5 kings." Hunter let out a laugh as he slid into the driver seat and started the carrier. He drove back out of the village and back towards his cabin. As he got close the skies began to change again…this time they began to turn almost blood red, a sparrow landed on Hunters shoulder. Hunter stopped to look at the bird, it peered right back as if it was studying him. Soon the bird flew off, Hunter was thinking of why this was happening and it finally came to him…the legend the old man used to tell the children in school.

"When the skies turn black the Sparrows take flight.

As the skies turn to blood a warrior comes in the dead of night

When the moon falls to the sea the dragons rise

Scorching the earth as they please

The warrior will choose to be

And when the hero rises we shall be set free."

Hunter kept repeating the tale in his mind that went along with the legend as he arrived at his destination, he sighed as he walked into his cabin, a shimmer of light streaked across the sky.

"Ah…so it seems the Gods have chosen their warrior after all…" said the village Chief as he watched the sky turn to a bloody color…"It is time that boy chose a path after all." And with that the village Chief broke into laughter that could wake up the dead as he walked into his simple home, inside on the table was a chest. Inside of it was the armor that was given to him many years ago. He was told to present it to the right person at the right time. "Ah Alexander…you have seen to much…it is time to rest soon I think" the Chief spoke to himself as he sat at the dying fire to wait for Hunter…The Warrior of the night.