alright guys, in case you didnt know, this is the new revised version of my story. please read and remember to reveiw.

thanks again, and i hope you enjoy and stay with me.

PROLOGUE

Come here my son, and let me tell you a story of our forefathers. A story that will help you to understand the importance of what we do here. Let me start from the beginning, during the time when life was simple, and the wonders of our country were priceless. Back into the time before the present, and the beginnings of your story.

The gruesome sight and smell of war, many of us know the harsh conditions that tear us apart. For if it were not for the betrayal of one of our own great leaders, then surely the world would not be at such a standstill. Allow me to start from the beginning, the time when our kingdom was one, and we ruled happily amongst everything that our lands and borders could go, and beyond. For the world was ours, and there was no stopping the growth and prosperity of our great Kingdom of Narkan.

Hundreds of years ago, our kings founded this ancient land and ruled it under one banner, guided under their watchful eyes. The castle, how beautiful it was, laid upon a mountainside with the very stone cut to form the most fabulous sight you have ever laid eyes upon: the grand mountainous terrain; the beautiful pastures filled with the wild flowers; the many different sounds of the birds singing their days away; the orchards filled with so many delightful fruits of the trees they fell from. Yes, it was indeed very beautiful. Can you see it? Can you sense the smells of that once ancient land? The Grand Capital; an unearthly sight, it seemed that the angels themselves had carved that magnificent place from the face of that rock. The Gates that led into the City were carved from glistening marble, and runes from the ancient symbols found at the Temple of Larka were placed on them. What a sight it was to behold its magnificence. Although great, those days were short lived.

Generation's pass, and three more Kings were chosen to represent the country: Isil, son of Ivan, Propei, son of Prontius, and finally, Rilian, son of Rasmus. These three were known as the Mighty Trio; together they made Narkan an even greater place to live. But, unknowns to his companions, Rilian was studying the effects of chaos, a power that he was trying desperately to manipulate to take over the Kingdom for himself. Night and day he worked tirelessly, even sacrificing of his own left eye, he gave everything he could to harness the power, and eventually, his efforts paid off. He began to take on a form that none had every seen the likes of before. Darkness shrouded his mind, and all earthly duties became the unawares to him. One dark evening in his studies, he caught a glimpse of the power he longed for, and he grasped it with all his might. It was then when he finally decided to perfect his powers, and then make the Kingdom under his to command.

It was late one afternoon, and the Kings were settling down after a weighty meeting with the commanders. It had appeared that a band of thieves were doing hit and runs on shipments of supplies to nearby towns, they were conversing with their officers to see what could be done about these troublemakers. Not a very large-scale problem, but a problem they had to fix all the same. It was then that Rilian decided to put his plan into action, when he decided it would be the perfect moment to spring his trap on his companions. After the meeting had dismissed, Rilian carefully approached the Two Kings, and waited until the guards had left the door. Then, with a quick snap of his fingers, the doors to their dining hall shut tight. The Kings rose sharply, knowing something was wrong. Then Rilian lifted his hand to Propei, and with a coarse whisper under his breath, he let out a blast of dark matter into the Mans chest, easily knocking him off his feet and knocking him unconscious. Isil faced Rilian, and quickly ducked out of the way as Rilian directed a shot towards Isil. Realizing that he had left his sword in the opposite room, he desperately looked for something that he could use to defend himself. Rilian shouted at the top of his lungs, and all the objects, save the two kings, were thrown into the air and crashed back onto the floor. Again with another sharp whisper he pointed his finger to Isil and lifted him into the air. He lifted him higher and higher until he had reached the ceiling of the dining hall. And then Rilian dropped him onto the large table. A loud crunch sounded from the broken wood, and again Isil was lifted from the wreck and heaved into the air. Rilian was toying with him, but as he led Isil into the air again, preparing for yet another drop, Propei approached from behind and knocked Rilian in the back of his head with one of the broken legs to a chair, knocking the man unconscious. Propei hurried to his friend as the guards were finally able to break open the doors as Rilian' magic had worn off. The knights lifted Isil gently up and took him to his quarters.

Rilian awoke to find himself in captivity and very weak. He tried to stand up, but could not. He could hear a loud bang from outside the dark cell, and two Guards entered and roughly picked him up and dragged him into the Chamber Halls, there Isil and Propei waited for them, and Rilian was sentenced to life in exile to the distant wastelands of Sarkandan. There he was taken to the middle of that vast wasteland, and dumped in the middle of nowhere. But he was not about to give up. Rilian harnessed his powers furthered, and learned how to manipulate shapes with his chaotic powers. He started with the creation of something small: it took the form of a small human size creature, and then he began to copy his results. Eventually he made them bigger, and more grand then they were before; thus he began the makings of an enormous army. Never before had someone see and army of such magnitude. At the sacrificing of his lively self, he created more and more, until even he acquired a bodily nature unlike any other. In a sense, he became chaos, he became one with the darkness, and made himself into a being of power and hate no man had ever seen before. As he grew stronger, he built up the wastelands, and created a desolate valley that he could concentrate on making his powers grow. 5 long years passed by, and still Rilian built his wasteland home. A castle was erected from the ground, but still he kept growing his vast army of fiends. His facial features changed. He was once considered a fair and elegant man, but he had changed into a being of chaos, one that had grown so close to the darkness that he even seemed to be one with it. He had dark red glowing eyes, and a dark aura about him that gave anyone the sense of death upon them, he was cold and merciless to any that came close to his lair. He again began planning for the destruction of his former companions. One fateful evening, he gathered his powers and he conjured up 6 terrible beings. Grand Fiends the likes of which had never been seen before. They were his Generals. They would lead his army of Chaos into the war against the alliance.

It was almost to late before the two remaining Kings noticed what was going on in the Wastelands. Isil and Propei began to immediately prepare for the upcoming battles. Assembling all able soldiers and men in the Kingdom, together they marched with their comrades to meet with the enemy, and meet with their former companion. After long travel, the two armies reached the Ancient Runes of the Temple of Larka. It would be a battle to the finish, and all anyone could think of was how the turnout would come. The sun began to set, and the two armies readied themselves. With a triumphant blast, the two armies charged and the long awaited fight ensued. Day and night they fought, but neither side showed any signs of giving up. All a matter of defending the walls and taking the initiative to flank, the two went back and forth counter strike after counter strike. Time grew on, and still, the armies showed no signs of halting, even the Kings found themselves fighting for their lives and leading charges across the battle field. The men began to grow tired. Nights without sleep had made them grown weak, and rarely did they have the chance to rest with the constant attacks by the enemy hordes. But still, they found someway to carry on in the long battle.

On the 13th day of fight, there rose with the sun, seven beings of light. They were human like, and rode on seven great dragons. They dove across the opposing hordes of chaos and laid waste to their numbers. It all seemed like it was the end of the long battle, but Rilian finally revealed himself riding a chariot of black fire. He summoned his own Generals to the battlefield, and they charged against the new comers. Raising their mighty weapons against the dragons, they tore them out of the sky and killed four of the magnificent dragons almost immediately. But their riders were not giving up so easily. The riders whose dragons had fallen, picked up their swords, and then sprouted angelic wings and flew back into the battle. Two of the fiends fell, and the warriors cried in triumph as they watched the epic battle before them. Even the opposing hordes of chaos paused to watch the ungodly sight they saw before their eyes. The mighty titans fought long and hard, but neither side wanted to fall to the others powers. Rilian and the three Kings watched tensely as the battle between giants continued. As they continued to look upon the fight, the seven beings in the sky grouped together, dismissing their dragon companions. There in the sky they began to shout an incantation. It was then that the two armies resumed their fighting, and the remaining Grand Fiends watched the seven winged beings float in the air. Rilian watched, and a scowl turned across his face, as if in utter disgust. He too began to chant, and an unearthly aura spread about himself and his minions. As the fighting continued, a shout could be heard from the sky, and a brilliant light shone through out the sky. It was then that the fight ended, as the chaos warriors vanished under the light. Only Rilian and 3 of his 6 minions stood left on the field of battle. With a blood curdling sound from Rilian, he cried out to his former companions, " I may have fallen this time my friends. But remember this, chaos is eternal, and as long as it exists in this world, I will always be present. There will be another time. And when that time comes, you will not be around to see me take over this land." And with those last words spoken, he disappeared with his minions, and the battle finally ended.

The seven winged beings descended to the ground to meet with the Kings. They revealed themselves as the Seven Guardians of the land. They also revealed that it was their duty to keep the hordes of chaos at bay, but that over time their powers had been lacking power. They introduced their names and told the two Kings that they would bless the land, and the Kingdom would be promised peace for Generations to come; but if chaos resided within the kingdom, Rilian would forever exist and would again try to capture the land as his own. However, as long as the kingdom remained pure of heart, and loyal to their King, Rilian would be unable to return.

And that, my child, is the story of our fathers, the story of our kingdom that we hold so dear to our hearts and souls. For we must not forget what the chaos can do, for it can corrupt the strongest of hearts.

well, there you have it. that is the end of the proplogue to my story. im almost done with the 1st chapter, so im hopeing to post it and hopefully every two weeks i will post another chapter. thanks again for reading, and dont miss the next chapter in my story.

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