Before humans dominated over the planet, and before creatures of mystical race went extinct. Before weapons of steel were laid to rest and before potions of mystery were locked away, there was once a god named Takakura. He was said to have amazing magical powers, master of any weapon, and immortal to the average man. For a small time of his endless life he lived with the elves, dwarfs, dragons, and the newly discovered race, humans. He believed in peace and prosperity, and used his powers so that all races could live in balance. However, one day the sky darkened. Clouds appeared and brought with them storms of terrible vexation. Takakura cursed the heavens and the grounds in all of the languages and one by one the races began to fall. First was the mighty race of the noble elves. Without any warning they seemed to vanish, even though they were to be seen as gods themselves. Next were the dragons, the mystical race of the skies fell quickly under the curse and might of the growing power of Takakura. After the dragons fell, Takakura lost all features of his once heavenly figure and became submerged in unparallel darkness. Faster than the dragons and the elves, the dwarfs fell one after the other and were gone in an instant. After Takakura had taken out the best races on the planet he set his eyes on the last race that may attempt to stand in his way, the humans. His curse was the least on them and just like the others they began to fall one after another by his might. However, on the darkest night of his reign, before the last of the humans were to fall, a young man traveled all the way to Takakura's castle. He slew all creatures as he ascended to the highest room. Takakura was amazed at the young man's power only to find that the young man was covered in eternal darkness, just the same as him. He told the mortal human to leave and he would let him die quickly with no pain. The boy raised a dark katana and blood seeped from the blade onto the ground. He slashed the sword in the air toward the ground as to remove the blood and then dashed to Takakura; the clash of swords that followed caused tremors and earthquakes, shaking the heavens and the ground. Mountains raised and tsunamis crushed the beaches. Tornadoes struck and volcanoes erupted. The end of the world was upon the rest of the humans and all hope was lost. Just as the sky turned the darkness shine of wine red, the ground stopped shaking. They sky returned back to its dark blue peace and one by one the lonely stars began to show themselves once again. Up in the castle Takakura lay slain before the young man. His blood drenched the sword of the hero and the ground near his feet. Takakura looked up at the young man and with his dieing breaths he cursed the boy to forever live in hell with him. The young man looked down at him and with the same darkness told him, he would be waiting for his return. Takakura disappeared, taking the young man and his castle with him. The people of the human race rejoiced for the bravery of the fallen hero which no one knew. Through time, however, the story began to fade into memories, then to books, then to fables, next to legend, and then finally fell into nothing more than a childhood myth …