Author's Note

The story mabe will be forced and a little bit to fantasy and dull at the beginning but i just finished writing the other story i got in my mind so i'm a little bit tired so please understand it and i also would like to know if there are any warhammer fans out there to co.op on this becouse i think we can do this better together

Prologue

Archaon the Everchosen,lord of the end times...it was all he could remember and knew who he was and what title he held.

He was trapped by some 4 gods that he worked for ,and apparently the end of the world where he was , was enough to return to him a human heart. He had enough of the space where he was is was over century and he still was locked here, he started to try and destroy the prison or how the " 4 great ones" said the "waiting room" in a polite way so close on the edge to give him a nice bath in lava or oil.

He remembered his moves, attacks, abilities and other things about combat. He remembered tactical formations and how to command an army, he also remembered how to ride a horse or in this case a dragon that could also shapeshift into a horse.

But he preferred the dragon because his companion was more powerful and quicker, and beside of that it looked more awesome to ride a dragon.

He could control magic, he controlled 3 lore’s of magic: The lore of fire that was his most strongest one because of his skill in using it as if he controlled it before all this waiting bullshit.The second lore was the lore of death, just like fire it was an offensive kind of magic and it was deadly as the name said for itself. The 3rd lore was the lore of metal, this lore was more of a buff and de-buff magic that was casted on other's to make his enemies weapons turn to rust and then just dissolve into powder.

His equipment was unknown to him. He only knew the names but the abilities or meaning wasn't known to him.Aparrently he wielded a massive sword that had the name "The Slayer of Kings" it was a nice name for a sword and by having the title like "The Ever chosen" meant that the sword given to him had slayed kings.Becouse who would give someone like him a little iron sword with no name?

The other item he knew that he had was the "Crown of Domination" now with his he had a problem; he had a crown as his helmet and only royalty had crowns. So was he a king and ruled a nation? This was question he had no answer to but the only thing he wondered is the crown capable of dominating someone and if yes, then how much girls could he bend to his will...hmmmm

Another item that he had and was stuck to him helmet making for him an 3rd eye on the forehead called "The Eye of Sheerian" was just another glowing thing on his body it looked cool, it gave him some scary look. But when he summoned a fire mirror that was a circle of fire working as a mirror he was more than scary looking, he was horrible scary looking. If someone would see him then the first thought would be monster or a dark lord or any other cliché word would appear in his\her\it mind.

He also had an armor that held the name "The armor of Morkar" he didn't know who he was or what this meant, the armor looked very thick but was light like a feather and was very, very so much very strong that not even a dragons belly could harm it and no blade would pierce it.In short words this was amazing to have such a thing in your arsenal

Another thing this time under his helmet an item that was now a peace of it was the "Mark of Chaos" and bloody hell it did chaos to his head the headache it was giving could smash a mountain! And it was glowing so brightly he couldn't look at things because it would hurt his eyes. The mark gave him the ability to know what was what and that he could use thanks to it the powers granted by the 4 Chaos God. Well at least it repaid itself for glowing like sun

He also has his companion\pet that served him loyal and with no question did what he asked for. Well if he would be free from this place where nothing was a thing, he would fly and cook some good pigs for dinner using his claws to Cath some and then to cook them with his breath. The dragon was big and was mostly brown-black color, if to count in the armor and some cloth and other things he didn't care for, plus the saddle at would make him brown-black with some grey like metal dots or parts. He had an interesting name "Dorghar" and could shapeshift into a horse with wings

He had nothing to do other than to just go and never come back but sooner or later he would somehow appear where he had left, and because the dragon was always sleeping he never was moving so to find him again and again for the 23th time was a proof that he would sooner or later come back. So he just did the same as the Dorghar and did go to sleep for a 1000 years , because in the meantime something would wake him up.

!1000 years later

Nothing happened for a thousand years...it had to be a joke or some very bad timing to wake up because it was impossible that for 1000 years nothing happened! He had to remember who he was or else ,he would forget his name and abilities and that would not be great ,if some xenophobic creatures found him in the middle of a forest or something, he would be dead in an instant. So very slowly he said to himself who he was, what equipment he did have and did a little training before again going to sleep for not 1000 years, but for 3000 years maybe then something will happen

3000 years later

Nothing again! This was getting boring and also he was getting angry.Archaon couldn't just be here for another 3000 years, it would be a true apocalypse for his back. But what to do when nothing will happen anyway again and again, so this time not to screw around, he decided to sleep for so long until something wont wake him up.

11000 years later

Please...somepony help them... Said a whisper that was loud enough for Archaon to open his eyes but he couldn't ignore the pain that the void did to his back...dam that hurt him a lot

He got up and was ready to face something that just had waked him up from his sleep that lasted over 11000 years. Now that was just a little too much he needed something to do a quick training or something but before he could do, it he remembered that he was going to sleep for so long until something won't wake him up. And because he was standing here meant that something just did wake him up ,and it meant freedom from this fucking place of nothing but black and silence.

Pl-please help...please... said again the same whisper that was heard by Archaon and he couldn't ignore the energy and magical flow behind was strong as if one of the Gods of Chaos just said something to him. The whisper belonged to a girl...a young girl that pleaded for help

Archaon looked around to locate the voice and gladly help it if only the voice would get him out of this prison ,that was getting slowly brighter as if the voice was the key to break this cursed place. But when he heard this voice he wanted to help so quick, and with no question as if this...girl or boy with a very girl-ish voice was summing him or talking to him

"Help...be it evil or good...help my family, and defend the Crystal Empire" said the voice in a whisper but the whisper was so loud that it could be a normal plead or prayer that something would help this creature...

Archaon felled a strange feeling in his heart as if he was the one to help and the strange energy that followed the voice has started to slowly destroy the surrounding area. And cracks could be even on the walls and ground and from them a strange energy was pouring out. The energy was influencing Archaon and he wasn't happy about it.But the energy did something strange to him...he wanted to hear the voice once again and his head wasn't thinking about getting the hell out of here and be happy...he started to think how to help this girl that called him and was giving him the freedom. He needed to repay himself and save what was close to this girl’s heart.

He snapped his fingers and the dragon Dorghar was waking up from his sleep by the call of his master. The dragon looked around and the dimension where he was kept with his master was starting to brake like glass, this meant that they are going to be free and that the dragon could finally fly in the sky not in a dark cage. He spotted his master and jumped into the air flapping 4 times his wings to get enough speed to reach his master.

Archaon was starting to activate his powers and his helmet starting glowing with different letters on it.His red eyes started glowing to and the Eye of Shaarian was glowing too. He grabbed his sword and the sword started to glow in fire and orange little lightning strikes ware erupting from it, he heard that the dragon landed next to him and with a hand gesture commanded him to let him mount him and to prepare for something. Archaon was sitting on the dragon and the dragon was ready for the signal to take off, however Archaon was waiting for a portal or a passage to appear and free them, when it will open Archaon had a simple request to do...Defend the Crystal Empire and the family the girl has with her, no one will be left after the fire will turn them to ashes.

HEELP! a shout was to be heard, and Archaon knew what will happen now...He will be free and get some fighting.

And as soon as the voice shouted so too did the world or dimension where Archaon was kept for 15000 years was destroyed and a dark pink-blue portal appeared in front of them. The power it had in it was the same as Archaons or even greater...He didn't care because for now he had a request to fulfill. To save the crystal empire...

And he with his dragon charged at the portal with a massive Roar that no window could take and not break, a so strong one that the ears of even the biggest monsters would bleed...he was now free and as the mark of chaos changed to red under his helmet. So did the aura of his and he just has entered the berserker mode.

Be grateful the ones that are the first to be killed, because they will not see the slaughter and pain of their brother's...