Peace, a name whispered aloud,
It is something so easily broken,
For something that is so hard to forge,
A blank page for a none-beginning and an un-ended…
The darkness wished to bring peace,
An end to everything and anything,
The light got in its way,
Everything deserves a chance,
Unknown questions answered by un-asked queries…
The light brought forth warriors,
To bring back a peace that never was,
And started the war,
Countless lives lost for an ideal that could not survive…
The war ravaged the world, destroying its-self,
Nothing survived the first coming, the first wave,
Then the true creator of the worlds,
He called upon the one power who could cleanse all…
Shinryu, the wyrm that cleanses all,
Took pity, on the warriors fate,
And turned against the creator's will,
Allowed everything to be reborn into an endless cycle…
The golden river of essences created by the wyrm
It drew forth clones of the warriors,
They were darker side of the light,
They were a falsely-created balance,
One brought only to further the endless battle raged by the two entities…
Over countless cycles, the two entities called upon innumerable "heroes"
They answered the call, appearing from all lands and both sides
Strangers born from the creators mind, all known to their opponents,
An unsteady alliance was formed between all who answered the light's call…
And yet still the darkness fought on,
Aiming only to reveal the truth…
