Here, the hero of our era lies.
Here he lays, tending his wounds.
Here he sleeps while the world weeps.
Here the guardians roam free.
Forgotten.
That is the history of our hero,
Crumbling down with the castle
...bit by bit, piece by piece.
Dust is all that's left,
All that remains
The embers of the long since fires
Are all the history has left to tell.
Myths are born from legends.
Legends are crafted from stories.
Stories spell out a memory.
Every myth has it's truth.
Calamity strikes.
The Princess and her guard fallen.
The Champions and their beasts fall.
Now, the beasts follow disaster...
