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Prolog

Long ago, before the great death, there were two forces, Good and Evil, Light and Darkness, fighting to control the world. I will tell of the great battle, and of the great death. For they come hand in hand, one soon after the other.

Each side had their troops. The Darkness had many different minions that followed its words blindly; Goblins, they were not exactly as smart as they were lucky, most prefer to follow science but a few still held to the ways of magic. They had created many machines of war that were feared on the field of battle. Then there are the Orcs, masters of the art of war but stupid, often charging in to be killed a few moments later. The Trolls, nothing more than brute force and stupidity, although they are hard to kill, they could easily kill themselves if not watched over. Rocs, great, flying beasts, but as stupid as a troll. Every one of them were taken and had a command put within their heads 'KILL ALL WHO OPPOSE ME! DESTROY, KILL, RIP THEM TO PEICES!'

Although the forces of Light were much less varied they still fought, even though they knew they would die. The Humans, they are cunning, tactful and adaptable, though they often came to disagreements about what was better, science or magic, it proved to be a great benefit to them. Their great scientists created machines to rival the goblins and their mages often laid many protective spells on the troops. Elves, though wanting to remain neutral found that there was no other way to stop the Darkness then by allying themselves with the forces of Light. They followed the ways of magic and archery, awakening a once dead race, the Ents. Treefolk, often told only in the legends of today, great and as powerful as the Trolls but smarter. Dragons, strong, mighty beasts! Smarter than any human, more powerful than any mage! They could destroy an entire battalion of the Darkness' troops single handedly. However, they were few, and were a dying race.

There was and still are many races that wish to remain neutral, to name a few of the long list; There where the Harpies, a mix between a human and eagle. The werewolves, a mix between man and wolf. The centaurs, a mix between man and horse, and many more. So long is the list, it would take to long for me to write it out to you. Although I have as much time that so exists, you do not. And I have found your patience to be short, so I will not bore you much longer.

The Great Battle, it was...so long ago. So long that even I have forgotten the years. It was on the Fields of Fire, a desolate place. A large oil reservoir was underneath the fields, waiting to be tapped into, until it was set alight by the dragons. It was in an attempt to confuse the Rocs, to stop them from attacking so high up in the air, but as the smoke accumulated the ground below began to wither. Trees turned into ash, grass browned and wilted. Even thorn bushes wilted and died. But the grass never truly died. It remained dormant, browned, with the smoke in the sky turning the light a lurid red. The grass took on the color of a hellish kind. What was left of the trees, were blackened and charred. The only thing green where the Ents, and even they died in that land. Soon, after the Trolls seemed to be suffering from the air, and they became useless to the battle, and where move out of the lands and into a distant mountain range, never to be seen again. Once the damages had taken its toll on each side, the true fighting began. Men and Elves charged into battle to meet the orcs and goblins. The battle raged on into the night. Many had fallen but the Darkness wanted only one thing; Death. Death of every living thing. The end to all life. And so the mages, the sorcerers, the goblin tinkerers all came together and began to colaberate on what to do. Soon, they had devised a spell, that would kill everything. They gathered together, and began chanting. Weaving the spell. It took days, nearly a week, to complete it. The fighting was nearly over, the forces of the Light having brought it down to the last defenders. But they where too late. I watched as they released the spell. I watched as millions died. And I mourned for my creations. They had all died...or so I thought.