Ten thousand years ago a great battle was fought. Blistering fire blazed though the night sky as Gods and Pharohs fell to thier deaths. Knights fought for thier families, stood up for thier beliefs, and died for thier religon. Demon archers fearlessly grasping thier bows yanking back thier arrows and unleashing them into the midnight sky, finding thier marks the arrows peirced into cavilians as they ran franticly looking for cover. Children hiding from what was thought to be the end of the world for them. Streaks of crimson blood lye stained across building walls as though the living were trying to escape death...A once beautiful kingdom demolished within a blink of an eye by herds of demolic beings...all this because one couldnt save what was so pricless...
THE FIVE CRESCENTS...And so the tale begins...