On the very last day of the Thousand Year War When all hope seemed gone and dead. A young warrior emerged from the darkest shadows. Sannes he was called and his heart was true and pure. His soul was fair just like just heart and he came in the darkest of hours.

A great sword hung at his side and its name was Nardrol and never was there such a blade. Folded steel, with a mind of its own it could tell enemy from ally. Rubies inlaid its perfect bell shaped just to Sannes's hand.

"This is our day of victory!" He proclaimed to his ragtag gang. Proudly he stood on the Cliff of Naneiric where the most heroic battles had been fought. "Today is they day when the Dark Lord Zoeric shall bother us no more!"

Hearing the challenge from the small sprout the Lord jumped from his black throne. Astride his ebony steed he rode into battle with the young Sannes his blade of power held aloft. Swiftly they charged into the battle that would forever be remembered.

As quick as a flash Zoeric swung his mighty sword, but Sannes was both small and quick and dodged with catlike grace. Sannes aimed Nardrol true and sure as lodged into Zoeric's chest, the great beast gave a cry that echoed throughout the vast land. A shriek so terrifying all but one man cringed.

Bold Sannes stayed both straight and proud atop his noble steed. The dying cry of Zoeric the most hated enemy of all was swayed and there he lay dead his black blood sinking into the earth.

But that naught ends the saga of the mighty Sannes for there were yet more evil things that still did not hold sway..