As the lights go down, the evil rise, once again rules the
earth.
As a fallen warrior in the fog, and a fragile rose is all
that left from a great flowers field.
And the prime evils came from hell to bring the seeds of
death to earth.
And the evils have got no mercy, but steel, in a far and
forsaken place, one flower survived.
The same little fragile rose, isn't broken yet, because of
one man, a human, not an elf or an orc, not an animal or a
demon, just human, without any magical powers, keeping this
very fragile rose from the evil, keeping it from the war,
keeping it from the coldness.
The little flower is the only hope to our saver, the brave
child need to defeat all the evil by himself.
That's, my friends, the thing that will prevent it, the
apocalypse.