The cart, pulled by 4 horses, hobbled over the rough path, with each bump the cart creaked like it was crying out to stop moving. It slowed and approached a large gate, the driver halted the cart before the gate as a man, clad in gilded leather armour, opened the gate and greeted the driver. The cart continued its painful journey into the small town, a large tower situated in the centre of the settlement shadowed everything else. A large man with an even larger axe stood at the entrance of the tower. The driver of the old cart slowly walked to the back of his vehicle, he opened a locked gate and 5 men, shackled together wearing only rags were ordered to get out. The third man along, little to everyone else's knowledge, managed to release his shackles but kept them loosely over his hands. He walked with the rest of the prisoners to the tower entrance, and, just as he was next to the large axe wielding beast, in a blink of an eye, lashed out, knocking the axe wielder unconscious and grabbed the axe, he sliced the driver's head off and freed the rest of the prisoners. The rest of the prisoners found weapons lying around what seemed like a military camp, they travelled up the tower, hacking and slashing at the guards they encountered, blood was spilled and sins were committed. At the top of the tower the prisoners stood, looking out towards the horizon. Then one shouted into the air. 'SHAK HA FUL' The town of Elderwood was quiet, the people who lived here held a tight knit community together, and the man who owned the land was generous and kind. A young lad, by the name of Deus played in the wheat fields with his friends, Rune, named this as he was found as a baby with a small pebble beside him etched with strange symbols, and Yol, she was feisty, as her name said, it was the ancient tongue for fire. They were playing tag together when the air shook above the town. It was as if time stood still for a slight moment. 'What was that?' Rune asked with the slightest amount of bewilderment in his voice. 'I haven't a clue, probably just the wind' Replied Deus, Deus was always so logical and smart. The children continued playing until it was time for dinner at Yol's house. All three families gathered and shared their food specific to their farm. Deus' family brought vegetables along, as they grew vegetables. Yol's family supplied the meat, as they had a livestock farm. And Rune's father had the bread, as he owned the wheat farm, he also made the mead as he owned the land to produce hops and barley. The three families ate a hearty meal and enjoyed eachother's company, they had known eachother ever since the town was founded. It was just after dark when a old man in a long ragged robe walked into the town, he also wore a hood that covered his eyes, although his eyes were bandaged over anyways. The man walked into the local inn and asked for a room for the night, he was shown to the room furthest on the right on the upper level on the inn. He settled down for the night and dreamt of a young lad, in his teens holding a large sword and standing on a large, fierce looking black dragon. The lad called 'I am Deus, slayer of dragons! Protector of my country!'