It was the beginning of a peculiar time.
Many things hid the destiny of eventual change, when the living things of the universe sported the potential for greatness.
In this time there was a certain darkness, all but unknown to the inhabitants of the eight planets in the main solar system of the galaxy. An atmosphere floated through the lives of the clueless citizens that promised a heroism, the likes of which had never been seen before. The darkness was coming, but it also faced the chance of elimination.
There were 8 planets total: Plutonar, Xion, Mareon, Sagas, Zerth, Rantek, Karmemnon, and GXB-5000. Not an unthinkable number of planets, but they, like their names were unique, each containing a different quality. Where in a normal solar system the planets would orbit a sun, these orbited another planet. It was considered a sun, nearly 100,000 times any of the other planets' sizes, the unknown source of light never fading from the black of space. The technology and economic prosperity of each of the planets, emanating from the life that the center planet seemed to give off, did not fade easily, and for hundreds of years there was peace. Of course, there was a military force of some kind that was owned by the core planet, which was disciplined and well trained, but the fact that it had not been actively used in centuries had created a number of lay-back military commanders.
The citizens of each planet trusted the military force with their lives, but they failed to see what their best source of protection was. Each of the planets had been given a chance to defeat the darkness in their own way, using their own resources of course, but something else as well. Something that was only known to a few….
Long before any living person in the universe could remember, there was a guild created, a Council of Ten. They were wise, knowledgeable of old lore and almost every other matter. Living in the highest tower, in the very center of the core planet, they remained isolated from the rest of the galaxy. Many people would come to this part of the planet to talk to the Council of their problems, and the Council would tell them how to deal with the same. However this option of approaching a group of men so old and wise was not open to every person in the galaxy. In order to be permitted into their living space, a most serious problem had to avail them. Only in these dire situations did the council venture to give their peculiar and wondrous advice.
One fateful day came in these peaceful years when the dawn of a new and frightful age was imminent. A horrible, but wonderful discovery was made by the council on this day, which had been predicted since the beginning of their lives. On this day, the first of a line of heroes was found.
