"Everyone knows the old tales… . Where they speak of great wars and thousands of warriors…, which sacrifice their self to nemesis without hesitation… . Most are only inventions of confused minds, which yearn for glory. Dishonorable lies, which serves to entertain children or create nobility, where there is no blue blood… . But there is still another one. One…known and believed by all… . …It`s a tale about a war, we never fought. It`s a betrayal, which wounds still exist today… . One battle, which thousands of people saw, but nearly no one survived. It`s the tale about the –Marsh of the black Hordes-…. The beginning of our loyalty…. . Our life…. And the sign for our nearby end….
Long ago, even before even one of us could taste life, our home and world Sandrés was drowning in the blood of never ending wars. Wars between heaven and hell. Riven apart and near its own destruction. The battle was fought between the blessed Ones and the doomed. Black schemes from the under dark against the holy face of the higher spirits of our world. Angels against the nameless. But betrayal splits a deep fissure into the battle and had driven the light back. Darkness raised himself against his maker and leaded the disgusting breed against the walls of heaven. The immortal allied with the mortal people, which were born out of their hands, to another hit against the hordes of Darkness, with new courage for this final confrontation. Humans, elves, dwarfs and even the noble dragon itself followed the cry of their masters and creators. Against the army of their own brother and lord, BloodySoul. The lord of all darkness. His black hordes of abominations and the scum of the netherworld wandered over his limbs toward the sky and painted their ways in blood. Life`s lost one after another. Mortals like immortals began to vanish. But then the father of all came from heaven, with echoing chorus onto the battlefield. Agony… . His spirit lay upon our world, like a white mirror. It hides the stars, the moons an the sun, so they say. His voice left demons and devils in madness and pain. And then his hand brought end to the war. He smashed the rotten body of his son and brought peace back to Sandrés. A peace only disturbed by the last leftovers of dark cultists of BloodySoul. Wars we now fight for our gods, to release the father of all from his pain.
Agony…, who`s still watching and protecting us from the far ocean of stars… . I knew this tale from every line and every row… . But still I never thought about it, never tried to think about it, to questioning it. Until I met him… . The messenger of my destiny… . My faded part, who wished to ask for the `why´… . Which was silenced… . Until now… ."