Never knowing where you are, and what your purpose is in life. An event that sparked a series of events that would lead to four things, the restoration of one's family, bringing back a lost kingdom, atoning for ones sin, and finding ones purpose beyond what your eyes can see…

It was a cold night, up on the peaks of the Gulag mountains lay a research laboratory, one commandeered and funded by the Archades, a small country threw from power hundreds of years ago. In this laboratory in a tank of a special magic nullifying liquid solution, is a young girl, whose hair is the brightest blonde and whose face shows innocence and regret. In the lab stroll's Professor Tojo, a scientist who was charged with making the Archade's greatest weapon, a human, fused with an esper. The Professor was strolling around the lab; his old wrinkled face showed regret as he massaged his temples furiously.

'If I do not produce results, they will dispose of all my work. I have three days to finish this project. I will not let my work go to waste!' The scientist thought as he shuffled towards a control panel connected to the tube in which the girl stood suspended, like an angel floating just above the ground.

'I follow the procedures correctly, and I might just save this one's life.' The professor started typing in complex code, machines whirred and the room grew dark, the lights where dimming and blinking as magical energies flowed through the wires into the tube, the magical energy sent bolt's off electricity through the tube, and slowely, the girl began to wake, unbeknownst to Tojo.

'Father… I think I might just kill you…' Though the girl as she forced open her eyes and began to grow in fury. Her eyes began to glow, away from the blue-ish, grey hue to a dark blood red. Off in the distance a caravan was traveling the mountains, they heard an explosion, and the snow covered mountain was set ablaze…

A caravan, one travelled with traders and mercenaries off to find riches in the dark and dangerous world, on the outer part of the caravan stood a man clad in black clothing, no features could be seen, though you could plainly see the five sword on his back, and the two at is sides, the caravan travelled days, without so much as a peep of resistance, from the local foliage to the fiends that paraded the outside world in search of blood. The caravan finally made their way out of the mountains and into the desert; the desert kingdom of Figaro was just a few days journey away. On they trudged through the sands, the man in black still stayed in his unruly apparel. Near the final leg of the journey, monsters attacked the caravan, great dragons that spewed fire from there awesome jaws, and dragons breathing ice from their cold stone hearts. It was only a matter of time before a victor was decided, nut at what cost? This the man in black though as he took off his hood to reveal a blue fur lined face.

The gods of the earth assembled, many millennia lead to these chains of events, they only had one shot, or lest time cease to include them. The leader of this group, Odin, summoned an angel from his keep above the oceans. The angel stood very tall, immaculate in all ways.

"YOU KNOW WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN, RIGHT?" roared Odin in his mighty voice. The angel nodded, knowing he would have to get used to being mute.

"VERY WELL, TAKE MY BROTHER RIADEN'S BLESSING." Said Odin as Raiden took his sword and un-killed him. The former angel awoke just as he died, on the sight of an ancient battle-field, far away in a secluded part of the earth, the man of incredible height and stature rose, feeling that he might just be able to pull this off.

A young man, a thousand and one years prior, sat in a lavish house among his friends, and soldiers, in the sky city of Lie fen, now just a small city on the ground, the threats facing them where destroyed many thousands of years ago, when the warriors of light vanquished the being known as chaos from the earth. Now a new even was approaching the city, longing for blood. No-one knew; only this young man had an inkling, and felt the prescience of something big.

"Wife, my long-sword ho!" He said as his wife tossed him a long mythril blade, inlaid with gold and ivory at the hilt.

"If thou art here, then thine evil returns, or I hast not and call me the fool." He said as he stepped outside his home, going outside to see a dark tower looming over liefin, an evil presence, he felt it to his bones. He knew something was not right. The tower split an arm from the right and smashed Lie fen, to a flat smudge and a broken piece of rubble on the Earth. The young man was not a victim, the tower alone spared him, for he awoke one thousand and one years later, seeing only a man in a big white cloak.