[i]None could forget great burn, the day that heavens shook and descended a blood culler, so fear installing...what did we do...[/i] [b]As he rose from his flaming casket, he revealed himself...A being of horrific malice and dread. The gods had descended him onto our fateful harbor. Onto hope. Why..why do they hate us so. The mass behind the smoke then began to move, his gait, that of a colossus from folklore, but yet, it almost reflected our very own. He looked up to the hell above, the skies were drenched in fire from his arrival onto hope. He muttered in the most composed voice "I'll find another way, just you see..." His voice was of thunder and raw power. He then gazed around at the figures bestowed upon his ground, he could sense fear that day. He spread his wings to form wounds in reality. He declared us primitive, as he saw a mother trying to pull her child from the rubble. "Łan'dalłandu..." [/b] This is the story of a hope, lost to the ashes, never to be discovered... [spoiler]Before Bloodwrath[/spoiler]