I am completely rebooting my story series, I'm going to use the same lore as I did before but this time I'm going to write it differently… and a lot better. This is part 1 of the two part intro, I might have part two up by the end of the day.

In a far sun lit secluded valley in the network of valleys in the mountain kingdom of Ooo, the wind that blew mournfully through the trees that reached up to try and grab at the last rays of the setting sun, and the grass had been small patches of brown grass from the harsh rays it had been receiving since noon, a stark white raven flitted from tree branch to tree branch, cawing its piercing shriek from time to time. Standing on a small rise near the back of the valley was a single horse rider, the man was actually quite short, he stood at 5'4", the man had a long black hooded cape on, the cape created shadows where his face was so he was unrecognizable, and he had on simple black leather clothes, he sat high on a skeletal horse with bright glowing brown eyes as if he was looking down at the world. The man had an extreme sense of power around him, if he so wished he could change the world at one of his smallest whims.

Walking from the other side of the valley was another man; he was in fact a stark contrast to the other man, This was a man anyone could easily pick out from a far distance, he was a tall man, standing at about 6'2", his long shoulder length shining gold and white hair blew around in a wind that wasn't there, his age was shown in his heavily lined face and he walked with a confidence that wasn't of this world, he had on a simple yellow tinted chain-mail, the armor seemed to gleam and glimmer in the sun from his body's movements. Around his waist was strapped an ornate sword belt and sheath, the belt was decorated with topazes that lined the edges of the leather. The sheath had a single large citrine that seemed to shine with an inner light; an ornate hilt stuck out from the sheath, the pommel and grip was wrapped in golden wire, the shinning pommel and a large clear diamond that had four ribs of the golden wire that went across it and held it tightly in. The sword belt, sheathe and sword wasn't even the most noticeable aspect of the man. His eyes held a strength that almost could match the other mans', many found that it was almost impossible to look him in the eyes.

The man on the hill watched as the other man slowly made his way towards him, behind the shadows that hid his face the man smirked a little. He never did like dealing with this man, but he figured that some things just had to be done.

The other man made his way up the hill, as he got closer he picked up his pace. The horse on the hill let out a whinny and took a few steps, when it's feet left the ground it revealed patches of dead and decaying grass, because of this the hill stank of death and that bothered the man who had spent his entire mortal life trying to preserve the life of the earth. The man on the horse dismounted and stood beside the horse and didn't say a word, the walking man stopped in front of the horse rider and kept his eyes on the ground out of respect.

The two man stood like this for the span of a few breathes before the walking man spoke up, "It is almost time…" he looked up from the ground and then down at the other man.

The short man nodded, "You don't think I know that? From here on I know everything that will happen… and everything that won't."

"Then will you help him achieve what he was meant for?" the taller man asked with a questioning look that he hid well, but not well enough for the shorter mans perceptive eyes.

"Not directly." The shorter man answered back as soon as the words left the others mouth.

The taller man stared down at him trying to show no emotion at all, if you were able to look within his mind you could see that he was feeling a mixed range of emotions, from absolute worry to a small amount of sadness at what must be done.

The short man continued his small hidden smirk, "Now Valar, don't you have something to do right now?"

The man named Valar frowned, "A god will do his duty when he so wishes, you are not going to tell me what to do and when to do it? I will do it on my o-"

The short man stared hard at him and he fell silent instantly, "You will do as I say, for the good of the world. You know why you must do this."

Valar was still unable to speak, he was even unable to breathe for a few seconds. He took in a quick deep breath and spoke with a quiet tone of reverence, "Yes Nameless One… I will do as you wish, for the good of the sentient races."

The one called the Nameless One nodded, and spoke in a commanding tone, "Good, now go and fulfill your part of the plan. Go… and good luck."

Valar nodded and the air around him seemed to grow thicker, and it moved as if it folded in on itself and with a loud crack the man disappeared.

The Nameless One slowly climbed up onto his horse, the man looked around at the valley before he shadows casted by the trees began to crawl eerily across the ground towards him with a life of their own, as the shadows got closer they attached themselves to the horse and rider. Despite the horror of the shadows the man sat calmly and waited for the shadows to completely cover him. When they covered him and his horse from head to toe, he just suddenly wasn't there anymore and the valley was once again empty, as it had been for almost a thousand years.