Prologue
Prologue
Close your eyes, and imagine….
You've just created a story…..
So grab a pen and a piece of paper…..
And write what you imagine…
Anything is possible in a world of fiction….
Long ago, in the time of demons and dragons there was once a portal to a world by the name of Valar. Valar, was beautiful, filled to the brim and overflowing with magic and things to us that we would consider myths. To open a portal to this world you must have a strong belief in things that you can not see, touch, smell, or taste. This way very few humans could enter this world and it was kept secret for days, and days turn to months, and months turn to years, years to decades……
Finally, the good years of peace and happiness had forsaken Valar…..
The King had died…..
And with it tranquility…..
And with that, the secret of Valar was now open to humans……
With the King's passing came a new ruler, a young, power hungry ruler. He let the Vampires to the east hunt upon Kitsunes to the north. He let the Werewolves to the south feast upon the Avian race to the west.
While these things where grave, they could be solved…..
Until the day…..
He opened the portal to our world….
And unleashed Armageddon upon it…..
You've heard of the Salem Witch Trials…..
And the Witch Hunts….
You've heard of Vampires and Werewolves….
Witches and Ghosts….
Goblins and Ghouls…
Demons and Dragons…
Do you believe in them my child?
Soon, both worlds were populated by the other and the killing never ceased…..
So, the oldest, wisest, and strongest from each of the chosen clans went forth…..
To close the portal of men for good…..
One from the wolf clan, strong and ill tempered they were…..
One from the fox clan, cunning and loyal were they…..
One from the vampire clan, dark and mysterious….
One from the Avian clan, true of heart and smart….
One from the Phoenixes, fiery yet cold at heart….
One from the Mages, dark magic is never to put away unbalanced….
One from the Angels, heavenly and divine they were sent by the gods….
One of the Gods themselves, she alone was the strongest of all…..
But there was a catch…
Each of the chosen ones had a partner….
From a different race….
They shared the same abilities as the mate…..
And their power was doubled from what it was when they stood alone….
The final battle commenced…..
The Ten Warriors of the Day and the Night set forth….
To put an end to the suffering…
They fought valiantly, swift and unmerciful upon the King….
And soon, the Dark Nights had come to an end….
But with it….
A cost….
Greater than what ever money could buy….
The Ten Warriors, perished…...
But their sacrifice was not lost….
They sealed the portal of man….
And the King was sealed away….
In a sleep that would last forever…
The Ten Warriors knew it would not last….
So, before they died….
They sealed away their magic….
Within their families….
To be pasted down….
To generation, to generation….
And for each of the oldest children, a mark….
A mark signifying the Gods will….
So my children remember this tale well…..
For every 20 years…..
The Ten Warriors are reawakened….
To reseal the magic upon the portal….
But, sometimes, there are glitches in a program….
And sometimes, it changes everything…..