The tides of war rise and fall. Like a ship on the ocean rocked by a typhoon, Fate's course becomes unpredictable, ever changing under the influence of men crashing in conflict.

The Rune of Beginning, separated into the Shield and Sword, were destined to fight, but in the end, one did not overpower the other. They were joined together but not in one body. In two friends, who refused to let Fate take them where they were destined to go.

It could not have been easy to deny the pull of a True Rune.

Just as it would not be easy for a people, once living in a Kingdom they proudly called home, to accept foreign occupiers who still needed to heal from the scars of war.

There would be an imbalance of power, an uprising, and the possibility of the darkest pits of despair or the light of hope for peace.

A True Rune flickers, drawn from the ashes of the forest in Higheast…