In the beginning of time, there were 5. The Black God. The Golden Light. The Siren Song. The Huntress. The Flame-Lord. And between them, the First War.

          In the aftermath of such a cataclysm, the first world was made. In the golden age of these 5, they began forging homes. The Black God created a Realm for the Souls of the Dead, and awaited them to come flooding in, but they did not. The Golden Light made a light in the sky, and watched as golden light spread across the world in order to help the mortals. But they did not build. The Siren Song separated the land and flooded the empty space, making a world for her favored type of people. But the sea folk never sailed or swam. The Huntress, angry at the Flame-Lord for attacking her forests, made a separate island for herself, and filled it with all sorts of beasts to hunt. And she was happy. The Flame-Lord, in all of his infinite wisdom, abandoned the world which the War of 5 had birthed. Instead, he made a new world, and filled it with mortals. Elves. Dwarves. Hobbits. Gnomes. Dragon-touched. Dragons themselves. Men. And he watched them florish. And realized his mistake to late. None of his mortals could die, and they soon destroyed themselves and his creation. And in disgust, left his latest project.

          After the failure of the first world, the 5 moved to a new location, and with great regret, warred again. Once the barren world was created, The Huntress created many forests. Many fields. And filled them with beasts and monsters. Then returned to her Grove. The Siren Song separated the land and created the seas again, and smiled as she saw fish begin swimming and Krakens diving, then returned to her Eternal Seas. The brothers of Black and Gold stood next to each other, and after many cycles, wrote the laws of life and death. Satisfied with their laws, they placed tied them to the very world, and made it so that all will die, no matter the path they take. They then moved to their own homes, the Golden Light moving up to his golden light to watch the mortals build, and the Black God moving down to his throne to prepare for the dead. However, the Flame-Lord, again in his infinite wisdom, took the mortals he made on his initial attempt. He took mortals who have tasted the truth of a long and peaceful life and forced them to submit to the laws of the 5. Then began to expand the land of this world. Making a great world for his creation. And he saw the rise of the 10. And smiled as they approached him and questioned. And continued to work on building the world. Until he grew tired. And disappeared to the skies.

          The 10, who did not have the power to follow, watched at the lands in their possession, and decided to stay within their homelands. And they used their newfound powers to forge a country for themselves. And then changed their own shapes and walked among their homes.

          And after a long time of peace, the Second War was stumbled upon. And upon the backs of the Charcoal Dragon given the name of the Dark One, the Second War lasted over 100 years. Until he was defeated, by the Empress. And since then, there has been 50 years of peace.