A Dragon's Root
Long have passed since the hero of legends went away and yet never returned…
We, the protectors of this land, have gathered…
Evil is sure to rise once more.
Here, in this tall mountain I shall watch the people.
To get to the ancient kingdom, and to retrieve the legendary sword, the wind must collect three old stones.
These were not stones anymore…
They have become the jewel of the seas.
Three of us would protect these jewels, and wait for the wind to come.
I shall protect the jewel that once was of the fire.
The wind will need more than the jewels to fulfill his journey.
The golden triangle of the hero of legends…
We have decided to divide the sacred triangle, for to keep it safe from the evil forces that have begun to demonstrate over the blue horizons.
Eight was the number chose to hide the courage in the deeps.
The tall mountain is also inhabited by some creatures.
They think I am only their guardian …
I need to know what is happening on the vast blue horizons so I make a deal with them.
I, as the spirit of the skies, offer to give them wings for them to fly.
They shall tell me what happening in the world, and hide the jewel…
Time has come, and time has gone…
Now there are few of these creatures that speak my language.
The last one passed away.
The wind is changing…
I sense evil coming…
He came here, and left a curse in the caves of the mountain.
I was able to protect the inhabitants of the mountain.
But now they fear me, because of the curse.
But the winds must vanquish the evil.
I only hope I can help.
I, Valoo, shall aid the wind.