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// Prologue  
// Story: Out Of Ashes 
// by ProjectPariah 
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In the time before history, there were 4 races sharing the world. 
The 1st – The Angels, a collection of fair peoples, all with large white wings and bright, golden eyes. But they are not as they seem, they are naught but slaves to the 3rd race.

2nd – The Demons, considered wicked, but not inherently so. They take many forms, usually to strike fear into the hearts of their enemies, The Angels. Demons claim to serve no-one and insist that the only reason for their attacks on other races was to protect their own borders. But their leader’s hearts are filled malice and greed. Causing the entire race to be seen as nothing more than evil, wicked creatures.

The 3rd Race – Gods, once worshiped by the first two races, they have fallen from grace, taking control of the Angels, making them slaves, and condemning the Demons. As their power grew, so did their greed. And in their folly the brought war upon the one race they should have been weary of.

The 4th and final race – Saints. The saints were a powerful race, their strength easily surpassing that of the gods, physically and magically. While some were stronger than others, most Saints could boast almost infinite power. In addition, they were the only race that was truly immortal. No known weapon or spell could end a saint’s life.

This is what is known.
After eons of living in peace, apart from the other races, the Saints were attacked. The Gods had discovered a means of destroying them, to end the life of an immortal. They sought the power that the Saints held.  It is unclear how it was done, but what is, is how the Saints reacted. They brought war upon the Gods. A bloody, violent war that lasted for centuries. Many fell on both sides. But for each Saint that fell, a dozen Gods went with them. After years of this, despite their superior fighting force, The Saints were losing. There were less than a hundred of them left alive, including their military commander, a man by the name of Kaine, his wife Linden, and their three children. A girl, Dana, and two boys, Caer and Rowan.

As the war was coming to an end, the Gods drew closer to the Saints city, and the sanctuary where they resided. And so to protect their children, Kaine and Linden cast their children into the world of man, an enchantment requiring the power of the both of them. When it was complete, they were dazed, and weak. As a result, when the Gods finally found them, they were unable to defend themselves. They died. All of them.

As they grew, a rift began to divide the children of Kaine. Rowan and Dana were content to live among the humans, blending into their society, whereas Caer wanted to rule them. He believed that the saints, and more specifically he, held a divine right to lord over the mortal races. He soon left his kin and sought to gather his power in secret.
The two remaining Saints then lived among the humans the better part of eight thousand years, hiding in the shadows at the edge of civilisation. Or rather, they did, until the second son, Rowan, became unable to cope with the endless years and succumbed to madness. He moved through the world, from each human city to the next slaughtering the occupants. His Sister attempted to reason with him. But to no avail. Dana was desperate, and looking for a solution. And so, unable to kill him, she was forced to use an ancient magic. A spell used in the past to “seal” evil. With this she imprisoned Rowan in an impenetrable crystal, deep within a mountain, where he shall remain for evermore.

And so a legend was born.
Dana, the Light. Caer, the Dark. And Rowan, forever caught between.