There was once a time when Draemora knew nothing of the word peace. Every Kingdom fought to be better, stronger, and larger than that of the others. Every race was against each other. Every Kingdom fought against each other.
The crave for power led to nothing but chaos and bloodshed. The once beautiful green grasslands where littered with nothing but lifeless bodies, all covered in pools and rivers of blood. Spears and banners were left standing in-between the battlefields. The dead left with swords and arrows sticking out of them. Some soldiers were missing limbs, and were unrecognizable, others were scattered across the whole battlefield.
Smoke rose to the skies as flames and ash devoured the bloodied battlefields. Every few meters huge boulders and fireballs were seen digging into the ground, causing huge explosions and damage. Echoing screams, and iron hitting iron broke the silence of the battlefield. In the distance two races were seen clashing into one another, fighting until only one of them was left standing.
Millions of lives were lost with each occurring battle. Soldiers were unable to retrieve the bodies of the fallen. Trying to retrieve the bodies meant a guaranteed attack of arrows or powerful spells blasting in their direction. With no one to retrieve the bodies, an unbearable stench builds up from the dead corpses as decay starts to take over.
With each battle, populations are stretched thinner and thinner. With the lack of population, there is a lack of soldiers to fight for their Kingdom. Battles grow small, and Kingdoms start to weaken as they fall one after the other.
After much bloodshed had been spilled, and Kingdoms seen falling to nothing but debris and ash, one race had enough. They formed an alliance with every race, and every Kingdom. Bringing an end to the catastrophic struggle for power. They were none the less: Elves.
After the Elves formed an alliance with every Kingdom on Draemora. They rebuild that which was broken, and buried those who gave their lives in the struggle for power. Ensuring a proper and honorable burial. The bloodied grasslands once again turned into beautiful green fields.
Once everything returned to how Draemora should look like, the Elves forged a peace treaty to never let such battles ever take place again. Each race unified as one, and became known as Draemorians. The treaty was granted the title as the Wings of Freedom.
The Wings of Freedom ensured that every race was treated equally, all violence was eliminated, and every crime disappeared. The treaty did just that, equality became a reality, violence no longer exists, and crimes vanished as if magic were the cause behind it all. Draemorians lived happily and peacefully, aiding one another in their new Utopia.
Amongst all this celebration and a new era forming, many memories were shattered, leaving unforgettable scars roaming the world of Draemora.
Far from this new Utopia, there lies a part of Draemora that had not healed from the battles for power. It was titled as "The Dark Forest." The Dark Forest had been damaged so much that all magic and all life was drained from this once green and thriving land, leaving nothing but withered trees and unfertile soil.
The Dark Forest was unable to heal itself due to the Fairies no longer taking care of them. The air remained as ashy and grey as it had been in the war. With all this ash in the air, Fairies were unable to return to their natural homes. With no fresh oxygen provided by the trees, the air of the Dark Forest became poisonous and almost acidic. Anyone who entered the Dark Forest was left with a burning sensation in their lungs and illnesses that made it difficult to breath. This caused the Dark Forest to become uninhabitable. The Kingdoms later declared the Dark Forest a forbidden zone, prohibiting anyone form entering it.
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Knights were once praised as the most powerful beings to walk the face of Draemora. They possessed strength far greater than anything ever recorded without the use of their aura. The aura of a Knight was so powerful that an average Knight was that of the Dread tier. This made them capable of almost taking out a whole army on their own.
However, since Knights are known to be so powerful, many rose questions on how Knights were unable to win the struggle for power.
They were not ordinary after all. Knights simply relied on no one but themselves. They formed no Kingdom, nor did they form an army. They simply didn't feel the need to fight for something they already had.
Normally Knights fight off dragons or complete other quests. Every now and then armies did get in their way, but that problem did not take to long to solve. Luckily, Knights were very prone to being emotionally neutral, talking to no one unless they felt like saying something. They never caused any trouble, and no one wanted any trouble when they were around.
However, there was one Knight who simply couldn't stand the new treaty known as the Wings of Glory. This particular Knight saw the Wings of Glory as weak and pathetic. So he declared to end this treaty as his one and only purpose.
This Knight ventured out to find many other Knights who had the same thoughts and goals as his own. Thus he began his very own Kingdom. With no one claiming possession over the Dark Forest, the Knight declared it under his own ruling. Of course, it is not like the Knight cared who owned it anyways. The Dark Forest belonged to him now.
Very soon his army rose from mere tens to over a thousand, until every last Knight followed his rule. They started their own uprising against the treaty. Slowly they began to slaughter small villages before moving on to whole Kingdoms. With this uprising becoming louder and louder to Draemorians, much unease and fear started to creep up to the leaders of their Kingdoms.
As more and more Kingdoms were brought to their knees, the means to bring an end to these Knights became a serious priority. The Kingdoms of all nations and all races formed armies of soldiers reaching into thousands and thousands of skilled fighters. One might even say that they reached the point of nearly a million.
But with all these soldiers, it was simply not enough. The Knights were to powerful and too strategic to fight upfront alone. The number of people who were able to fight once again started to decrease. However, hope was not lost yet. After many decades of trying to extinguish the dark force of the Knights, five heroes rose from the depths of this war.
These heroes possessed the most powerful auras out of every ruler to walk the face of Draemora. They were possibly the only chance the people of Draemora had to put an end to this war. The five heroes consisted out of a Wizard, Elf, Dwarf, Fairy, and a mere Human.
These Heroes fought along side their soldiers, honoring those who fell to the swords of the dark Knights. But in the end they were still not powerful enough. So as a last desperate measure the heroes created something that was powerful enough to defeat the Knight. One bracelet, ring, necklace, crown, and a great sword were forged as a means to defeat the Knights. With these five items the Knights were at a threat that they did not know of yet.
The Wizard was granted to wear the ring, the Dwarf was given the bracelet, the Fairy was entrusted to the necklace. The most powerful one — the Human — was crowned with the great sword and of course the crown itself.
So the heroes gathered all their soldiers for one last advance, and so did the Knights. Standing on the battlefield, the five heroes gave the command to attack. Screams were almost instantly heard with the mix of swords clashing and cries echoing. The army grew smaller and smaller, until only a quarter of the half million soldiers was left standing.
The five heroes gave one last command, and that command was for them to retreat. It was not because they were defeated, but rather to protect them from what was to come. As the Human raised the great sword to the grey sky above, all the other heroes channeled their aura and magic towards the Human with the use of the items. The heroes struck one last glance as the great sword was brought down with a powerful swing that generated a blinding white light.
After the burning light stopped, nothing but a huge crater that covered over kilometers was left behind. No Knights, nor dead corpses were left behind. They were all eviscerated. Everyone who survived celebrated the victory of defeating the Knights as cheers and laughter filled the battlefield. However, no one realized the cost that was paid to defeat them. The heroes were no longer there. The laughter became dimmer and dimmer as this realization settled into the hearts of the soldiers.
As the dust settled, a lonely figure stood atop of the hill. The soldiers once again cheered on as they thought that one of the heroes had survived the ferocious blast. However, this was not the case. As the figure moved forward, the features of it became visibly clearer. It was no other than the Dark Knight himself, the one who started this catastrophic war. The Dark Knight now stood over all the remaining soldiers.
The Knight gave one clean horizontal swing, and in the blink of an eye hundreds of soldiers were left with their torsos falling from their legs. The battlefield once more filled with terrified screams, as the Knight kept swinging and swinging until only a hand full was left.
After a while however, the Dark Knight started to weaken. His attacks became slow and sloppy. Soon he fell to one knee, which was followed by the other shortly after. The blast from the great sword finally took effect on the Knight. Eventually the Knight succumbed to his fate as the ruler of the Dark Knight Kingdom.
The soldiers were left shocked of what just happened, terrified by the amount of power one man was capable of. As they stepped closer with their swords drawn, one of them slashed at the Knight, unwilling to risk waking him. The body of Knight toppled over. It seemed lifeless. The victory was now theirs to claim once and for all.
Sadly no one know one knew the names of these heroes that saved the world form damnation that day. All that was left from them was the final advance made on that day. In honor of their memory, that day shall never be forgotten. Huge statues were build as a reminder to those who did not partake in the war.
This decade long war became known as The Great War of Draemora. Even though the Dark Knight was defeated. No one knew his name, nor did anyone know what his true face looked like. What became of the Knights body remained a mystery as no one knew what happened to it after the war. Many believed it was only a temporary vessel, and that he would one day return to finish that which he had started, and claim the land of Draemora under a his own rule. For know however, the Wings of Glory where the true rulers of Draemora.