It was the beginning in the eyes of a few, and the end in
the eyes of others.
This is the story of the lost tales:
It was winter, the coldest in years. The calm breeze grew
and the snow piled up with the red of blood, the bloodiest
year in 10 long dreadful years.
The war was in its prime while every side lost more than it
could afford to, although neither have accepted defeat.
Each side was hungry for the other's cries of horror and
bloodshed, so both sides raged on with pikemen, swordsmen,
bowmen and even wizards but for a time it seems none would
prevail, the war drew blood for over 10 years now and with
each year more cities lay in ruin and waste.
Not a shred of life had lived to tell the tale of burning
buildings, death of children more than the eye could see,
acts of rape. The armies lay carnage and massacre to every
city, village, community and farm without stopping or taking
any hostages beside the shed tears, begging of pitiable
mothers and dreadful sights.
The war had no laws and no compassion for those who didn't
have the ability, skill and capacity to fight.
People were dying in hundred of thousands, although no clue
was left that told about the tale of their dreadful end.
Over the years the face of the terrain had altered from once
green scenery, miles of blooming wild flowers, cities of
untold wealth and glory now lay in the wake of  memories
long gone.
The war took a grave toll on the world, for now the cities,
as you can see, are numbered, the green you can only but
imagine and the peace is a word no one dares to believe
possible, the life of all are but a mere pathetic illusion.
The people were preparing to lay down their hopes, dreams,
fate, weapons and acknowledge defeat.
Nevertheless the candle of their hearts declined to be
extinguished, for the fire shone with the brightness of day,
the brightness of hope, the eternal flame of humankind
pressed forward to fight for the life of others instead of
the greed that once inhabited their hearts.

It was in the city of Al'thor where the king and his
counselors sketched every strategy, and read countless of
times every battle that had been fought in nearly two
thousand years.
Although the books of history were somehow lacking, there
was a gap of nearly one hundred years but for some reason it
didn't disturb anyone who looked over those books, it's just
the way it's supposed to be.
The research was excruciating and bore no fruit, because not
a single war was similar to the bloodshed that took lace in
the war of those times.
Meanwhile, in the other side of the world, the emperor of
Ka'gien and his advisor the necromancer laid and planned
their final tactics in the darkness. Although there where
numerous candles it seemed the shadows only grew as if the
Dark One himself was present in their meeting. Listening
intimately and guiding their every plan.

It was a war between light and darkness. When the power of
the Creator and the Father of All Lies grew, he cautiously
laid down his web on those who were in position of power.
Nevertheless, as well as some wish to believe in this
saying, they only took it under consideration in order not
to submit to the truth.
The real reason was in the hearts of humankind, of those who
walked in paths of greed and desire for the ultimate power.
Although the world was now under relentless war and hatred,
the two great nations that divided the world were once in
peace for hundreds of years, or as some would put it as well
as the mind could remember, they say before the war there
was always peace and quiet in the world.
However, the memories of mankind are so very short and too
often tend to forget the truth of what was and what is.
In reality the two great nations were once at peace for
hundreds of years. Nevertheless over the years the
initiatives and plans have changed, because it's in human
nature to become corrupt and yearn for more than they
already have.
The human nature is the real cause for this war and many
others, the nature to destroy and use the world and its
nature, environment and resources to one's will, to carve
and shape the world in one's image. Kill the inhabitants of
the world for the pure pleasure of killing.
This is human nature if people admit it or not, their nature
is the most dangerous and treacherous weapon and it will be
their destruction, their end.

So in the loping of the years, the people became greedier
and more suspicious of their neighbors, and finally their
hunger grew and they wished for more, for the other homes,
the other territories. And so plots and schemes have been
the conversation of citizens. The following several years
only brought more conspiring and ultimately corrupted their
minds and souls until they spoke of war.
The king and the emperor were not strangers to the
chattering of their citizens, they
Were humans after all, although it would have been expected
of men of high authority to act and be above the commoners
with the simple mind and ignorance, of a crowd like a herd
of wild beasts.