For years they thought that no heir existed, for years they thought that the mighty dragon king was going to live forever. Time goes by like a fluttering summer breeze in mid June. Boundaries shift, rationals change, but the objective remains the same, as it has for thousands of years. Deep in the ancient code, what was once taken is lost, but was once lost, can be reclaimed, and must be. Years pass by, and anger leads to corruption of even the purest of mind, but can never even think of touching the purest of hearts.

Destinations remain in adventure, change await around the corners. And those looking towards the future, but still chose to live in the present, set the precedent for future generations. This time however, wrought out of a fatal war which lead to the death on a Royal bloodline, stands upon the edge of a sword. Stray but a little, and the sword shall unleash the demons of hell, and purge the world into unending terror. From the ashes of this new reign however, will come a golden flower, which will shine brighter than anything in the world. He will be more valued above all else, as he is the sole guardian of the once peaceful nation.