Prologue
Dark clouds filled the sky with an impenetrable black haze. Streaks of lightning periodically and violently lit the sky, revealing mountains that were otherwise unseen; hidden in the dark omens looming above. Though a loud gust filled the air, screams that preceded that lightning strikes could faintly be heard. Screams that were shouts of power, commands, calls to action.
The streaks of lightning crackled together and dissipated in the air. However when the shouts echoed, the streaks of lighting dove from the heavens to the dark depths below. The lighting strikes lit the mountains on their way down, revealing a vast valley that stretched for miles. A valley filled to the mountain bases with fighting, clashing, fire, blood, and death. The sound of war cries competed against the gusts and thunder echoing through the valley. The illumination brought by lightning was not the only source of light; fire shot forth from the ground as well as from above. The bright flames revealed lizards armored in thick scales and wings cloaked in flame; dragons.
Dragon fire consumed the valley and its inhabitants with an intense heat rivaling the depths of hell itself. The humans fighting the dragons screamed in terror as they burned to a crisp in seconds. Dragons from above rained down fire on the humans, each running for their lives or shielding their brethren with their last futile breaths. Other dragons simply ate humans whole. No matter the method, the dragons scoured the landscape with blood and death.
But the humans were not without strength. A dragon felt it's head thrashed to the side by the force from a mighty axe. The axe, magnificent and gold, bore runes of blue that glowed when risen by its master; a large man topless and scarred all over his torso. The axe's glow shined bright in the darkness and called down lightning from the heavens into the axe itself, illuminating it further. It's master howled a war cry that sounded of thunder itself, and he thrust the axe against the dragons neck. The axe cut clean through and separated the dragon's head from its body. Without a beat, the man continued to hurl the axe against other surrounding dragons with no signs of stopping.
The berserking axeman was not the only fighter sending dragons to their demise. Other warrior wielded weapons of their own. A woman with beautiful blonde hair wielded a tome that called forth beams of light brilliant enough to break through the clouds and touch the ground. From the beam of light, an eruption of burning lights spewed forth and pierced the dragons surrounding her, burning their scales off. Arrows then flew forth from the bow of a woman on horseback, the bow strong enough to loose arrows strong enough to piece clean through the dragons. Riding along side the horse lord was a man wielding a spear that sizzled against the dragon's skins, as if ice to hot metal.
More lighting was called down, but not from the axe, rather the bellowing voice that could be heard from atop the mountains. A lightning strike missed its mark, crashing against a stone spire attached to a tall stone structure overlooking the valley and hidden within the mountainside. The structure was at the base of the mountain range, it was the point at which forces converged below. Another lightning strike fell from above, this time hitting its mark, another dragon. This dragon was unlike the others, though the darkness clouded its true form. All the structures inhabitants could see was the dragons immense size compared to the already giant behemoths setting the valley ablaze.
The source of the bellowing voice, a man cloaked in blue robes and sporting long flowing hair and a beard, commanded more lightning strikes upon the dragons thick purple hide. The strikes proved ineffective as they sparked and quickly dissipated against the dragon's scales. The sage then revealed a red tome from which he read and released a fire as hot as dragons flame from his staff. The dragon roared a piercing screech that drew blood from the ears of the human assailants, but the fire seemed ineffective. Suddenly an intense heat burst forth from the dragon, a blinding purple light shined forth as the purple fire lunges forward at the group of humans before it. The fire diverted around the group as it was met with an impenetrable blue barrier emanating from the man in blue. The fire still spilled into the unsuspecting crowd below, bathing man and dragon alike in an unforgiving purple fire.
As the fire ceased, the man in blue released the barrier and a being garbed in a green cloak lifted its hands toward the dragon. Dark runes appeared in the air and the ground began to shake as hole broke forth in the air, an inescapable vacuum sucking in the surrounding boulders that broke forth from the mountainside. The dragon was unfazed, its sharp clawed feet firmly plant in the floor. As the portal closed, a small man leapt forward with a blade thrice his size and dug the blade deep into the dragons leg. It howled in pain with its ear deafening screech, but the small champion was not moved.
As the dragon howled at the small man, another man wielding two swords approached the dragon. It's piercing red eyes glowed in the darkness, fixed on the man before it. The dragon kicked the small man to the side, who barely managed to stop himself from sliding off the edge. The man with two swords lifted one sword, a thick broadsword with a golden and purple hilt, and lighting struck from the heavens into it. The dragon swiped a foot at him but the man pirouetted and sent the sword into the attacked claw. The sword jammed the dragons claw into the floor, successfully trapping it in place while the beast howled in more pain.
With the other sword in hand, a blade that shined bright even in the darkness with a golden and blue hilt, the man rushed forward towards the beast. As the hero rushed, the blade began to pulse flames that coated itself and the man. The dragon lowered its head, to reveal a demon with eyes of intense hatred. It's purplish scales reflected the oncoming lights of the blades steel and flame. The hero leapt into the air with inhuman force and soared directly for the dragons face as it screeched with hatred at its foe. Just before the hero met his foe, the dragons screech changed to resemble a sound that was familiar. Something he felt he knew, the scream of terror from a child. As the blade fell upon the dragon's skull, a bright light flashed forth and lit the entire valley as if the sun had burst forth from the earth. The light permeated the valley for a brief instant, and then quickly flashed away.
And then there was nothing. Silence. Darkness. Nothing.