Prophecies of old arise from ash as the ancient tribes rise and wage war against one another. The entire world is at war and everyone is in suffering chaos until a prophecy of one who shall unite the kingdoms as one and shall restore peace to the la...
"The tribes of the tree shall split by branch and burn and wither away. The seed of the kingdom of peace shall die to the roots of greed and blood, the war shall last until a new king be born to form the council of 12 to come forth. To find his path through peace and love he shall unite the tribes by reclaiming the throne of the land known as skeletor."
Now Many stories begin long long ago, likewise this does as well.. the fabled myths and legends of knights, warriors of vicious violent ways and monsters mages, wizards even.. and a possibility of unknown realms to be discovered. Alas the most famous of these tales is the legend of the one they called (The seer) many know him to be the shadow knight or The phantom of ossa, Some even believed him to be the very reaper of death whom rides across the lands of Annë island through twin dragons pass upon a fading steed. Of course many come to carry this burden and gift to many futures to come. Always watching always listening like a owl perched away past the branches of a tree but let us not get carried away. One day said knight of shadows and protector of the people dissapeared never to be seen again and legend has it one day he will be reincarnated to return and free the people from the clutches of darkness and he will be known as the seer child of the moon and as we know him, The rightful heir to the throne of ossa..and first Moon reader throughout all of history.
The year is 1199 Wintersday 29th of B.S (Before seer💀). Seige of Ossa.
The king rallied his soldiers giving orders and getting them in line outside the city walls each soldier shined like gold and fiercely prepared for the fight ahead of them.
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King cornum breathed steadily studying the hills surrounding his lands. As he overlooked northeast into the snowed white peaked mountains, he is jerked from his concentration when one of his men point out a man waving a red crimson flag.
"They're here alert the men." Cornum said to his general.
"But sir it be only one scout." Replied the general.
The kings face hardens slightly and his grip tightens around his sword.
"No when there is one there is many.." Cornum said in a calming yet firm voice.
As said a massive army finally crossing the horizon as more crimson flags appeared from the tops of the hills as dust kicked like a firestorm.
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