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Prologue

(10 years ago)

It was a cheerful day for Ordac. His father, Jingo and his mother, Jasla, were teaching him and his younger sister Sierra the ancient ways of magic. "You must practice hard and learn these skills well," said Jingo. "Ever since Chaotix has turned to evil, our people have almost vanished. Your mother, myself, and you two are all that are left to resist his power."

"Are we the only ones standing His way mommy?" Sierra asked.

"No honey," said Jasla to her daughter. "The Alliance of The Seven Kingdoms will forever fight until the land of Salan Lakor is destroyed." Salan Lakor was the home of Ordac and his armies of death. "The lands of Milidur, Malting, Ollan, Yosma, Wistad, Jenu, and Gronda will struggle against his might. I even predict that one-day, the neutral kingdom of Kirgo will also join the fight against Chaotix and Salan Lakor."

Ordac smiled, as his father signaled to him. "Son, it is time we tell you the truth. We did not want to frighten you, or make you lose hope, but you are old enough to know the truth. All seven kingdoms of The Alliance put together are no match for Chaotix and His power. Even Milidur, the strongest of these lands would fall quickly in battle against Him. In time we will reveal this to Sierra, but you need to promise us that you will develop you skills. If you do, you may even lead the other people in these lands in the fight against Salan Lakor."

"I promise father," said Ordac.

Jingo smiled, but the happiness was short lived. A strange man appeared dressed in black and wearing an usual helmet, in the shape of a lion’s skull. He lunged forward and struck Jasla. She panicked and did not think to use her magic. Jingo ran up and cast a spell, but the man jumped off and the flame Jingo cast hit his wife, burning her. Jingo screamed as the man bit into Jingo’s ear and tore it off. Before Jingo knew what happened, the man wrapped his left hand around Jingo’s neck and choked the very life out of him. The man laughed, then screamed to himself. Ordac saw him coming towards Sierra, so he tried a lightning spell, hitting the man in the back. The man cursed at Ordac, but grabbed Sierra by the hair and tore her head off.

Ordac came forward, pulling out the knife his father had crafted long ago. "I will avenge the deaths of my parents and sisters." He lunged forward and stabbed the man’s left arm, cutting through his black robes. He immediately jumped backed and saw blood dripping down from his sword. He had injured the man. The man recovered and picked up Ordac before he threw him to the ground. He grabbed Ordac’s knife and stabbed Ordac’s right hand. He left, leaving Ordac screaming in pain.

(Present day)

Ever since the hideous attack from that strange man, Ordac grew bitter. He never found out who he was, whether a man sent by Chaotix or simply a murderous criminal.

The world had grown dark. The lands of Yosma, Wistad, Gronda, and Ollan had fallen to the armies of Salan Lakor. Chaotix’s control over this world was rapidly increasing.

He did keep his promise to his father and developed his magic. He was never able to wield his father’s knife, for after his right hand had been stabbed, he was never able to hold anything in it again. It was hideously scarred, so Ordac kept it covered with a black glove. Most of what he wore these days was black and grey. Today he had morphed into an eagle form, flying high above the ground and searching for the man who wore the lion’s skull. He never did find him, which only added to his bitterness. He landed by his house, and found a strange man waiting there.

Music: Patapan

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