The legacy of Heroes
Prologue: For the future

Let me tell you a story

Long ago when the Kingdom of Archon ruled over every corner of Albion. The world was peaceful and in perfect order, though many wondered if the force that held it together was not corrupt. For the Archon had in his possession a sword of vast and mysterious power. Albion's elder wrote of gradual changes overcoming their leader. These changes spread to the Kingdom itself. Strange structures were erected around the world, and huge armoured figures were seen guarding four hubs of energy and the Archon's castle. Every living thing touched by the sword's influences, and soon foul creatures not known to the world had darkened the lives of the people of Albion. And yet no records exists of what caused the fall of the old Kingdom. The Archon and the sword disappeared, leaving the darkness behind.

After so many long years of bloodshed and chaos the end did come for the Old Kingdom. It was a stormy night, the likes that hadn't been seen in several years. Through the darkness stood a looming spire, located on the western seas. The Spire had been created near the end of the Old Kingdom and only had one use - to channel all the Will energy and grant its master one limitless wish. The end came when the last Archon made a wish

There words were:

"End this corrupted Kingdom, destroy it so a new, purer one can takes it place!"

There was a bright flash of light, followed by an explosion that utterly destroyed the Old Kingdom, and so began a new age in Albion's history.

"That was a long time ago, and whilst this purer Kingdom still stands the darkness of old still remains and soon Heroes will rise to save Albion once more"

To the north of Albion near the farming town of Oakfield, a man and a women were taking a rest within a makeshift man. Both of them wore strange outfit which consist of a tunic, white trousers, a brown belt with a golden buckle, brown boots with a gold emblem and short cape with a gemstone one it. The man's tunic was gold and his gemstone was a golden pearl whilst the women's tunic was red and her gemstone was a ruby. Sleeping by there sides were two children a boy and a girl, who were both very young. The girl, who was older, had brown hair and blue eyes whilst the boy had jet black hair and brown eyes. Both of the children had important destinies to play a part in. And yet they were not part of this Albion. The women, who had bee listening to the man's story, glanced towards the sleeping children before she turned towards the man and started talking.

"So, which one of the babies will save Albion this time?" She asked.

"The girl. Maze was told by Empress Seraphina that the girl would save Albion in the future whilst the boy would a play a part in the battle between light and darkness. He asked me to send them to the future so that they can grow in this Albion and save it." The man explained "Because of the parenting that makes them the younger siblings of the Liberator"

Cassandra still couldn't believe what Adrian was telling her. She knew that they were blessed with advanced Will powers but to bring the young babies to a uncertain future, the siblings of the Hero who defeated Jack of Blades, ... was taboo. Using such power was unforgivable and only necessary when the world was in danger. Like that time when the fort the darkness. Cassandra sighed as she looked in Adrian's brown eyes - she could still see the pain from that time. She knew nobody had survived taking the darkness for themselves, and it was only a matter of time when Adrian would fall, but right now she knew he needed rest.

"We should take Rose to her new family. We need to go back home so you can rest." Cassandra said.

Adrian agreed. He stood up and picked up the sleeping girl whilst Cassandra took the sleeping boy. Slowly, the made there way to medium sized cottage complete with its own farm, plentiful fields with flowers and crops, barn house and chicken coup. The cottage in question had a wooden triangular roof, a dark blue door and several glass windows. The structure of the cottage had shingled brick walls with white weatherboards. The roof was a steep gable with dark brown verge boards and a few parapets. Adrian, fighting the pain that ached his body, placed the girl in front of the door with a letter on top of her blanket. He knocked on the door before he teleported Cassandra, the boy and himself away.

Amanda Summers wasn't expecting any visitors this late at night, and neither was her husband. So when she opened the door she was certain it was the village children playing tricks with her. She was about to close the door, preventing the cool air getting into the cosy cottage, when she heard the sound of a baby crying. Looking down her eyes widened when she saw a baby girl on her door step. She brought the baby inside and called her husband downstairs. When her husband, Samuel, came down stairs and saw his wife with the baby he wore a mask of confusing and worry. Amanda had told him what she saw whilst placing the baby down on the table.

"But where did she come from?" He questioned.

"I don't know. Maybe this letter will tell us." Amanda replied before opening the letter.

"Her name is Rose. Her parents died sometime ago and they trusted me to take her to an orphanage. But I cannot bring myself to do it. I know you long to have another child, I Know you already have a boy called Rhydian, but with your husband away all the time you can't. My only wish is that you give her love and raise her as one of your own."

"What a strange letter." Samuel commented before looking back at the baby. "What shall we do with her?"

"We will keep her, raise her as one of our own." Amanda replied.

To the south of Oakfield, located at Bower lake, was a Gypsy camp. A some of the Gypsy drank, relaxed or told stories to each other a young women, who appeared to be younger than what she should be, awoke abruptly. Her powers had acted on their own and gave her a vision. She removed herself from her bed to a near by table with a map of Albion, a few pieces of paper and strange tarot cards. Though her eye sight was bad she started writing her vison down, as if it was a message. Her actions had awoke a small puppy from its basket. The women turned to the creature with a smile as he walked over to her.

"Its all right boy, I didn't mean to disturb you. Please go back to sleep" She said.

The dog did as he was told and went back to sleep. The women turned back towards her writing. Her visions always told her dark prophetic truths of either the present or the future. But she wasn't sure what to make of this one.

Where there is loss, there is Strength - the power to carry on in their darkest hours. Where there is pain, there is Will - the resistance to disobey orders in the tower of old and where love is formed and destroyed. Where there is family, there is Skill - the desire to protect ones own family from the prince of gold and pain. Where there is good and evil, there is conflict - the clash between loyalty to the light or to the darkness. Where there is revenge, there is light - the leader and the last Hero who will gather the four Heroes and save the world from a madman.

The women reread her vision again and again, trying to make sense of it. It seemed to give her a message of something that had to be done. Something that could affect the future or... The women stopped reading when she realised what it meant. The answer was right in face. It meant that five Heroes would rise in their time of need and save Albion once more. Though these Heroes... she couldn't tell if it was going to be like before. Would they be ready or would she have to train them? Her eyes looked to the cards on the table. Each of them had a connection to her vision, yet there was no connection between four of them. The conflicted and the Leader. Whatever it meant she knew something bad was going to happen in order for these events to play out.

The women smiled. There was worked to be done.