Fantasia. A beautiful flourished planet with many creatures spread far and wide. The most intelligent of which, the Humans. Masters of all the arts, humans are far more superior than any other creature, including the beast men. Fantasia is built up from many islands, none of which carry more than 3 cities. The largest of all islands, Kronos. Filled with beautiful forests blessed by Gaia, sandy and arid land known as the Hades Desert, rocky plains, and sticky swamps.
Kronos is also famous for it's capital city, Inglewood. Home of the many soldiers that fight against the many fiends and demonic offspring of Fantasia, and the most infamous of all, the great evil sorcerer Typhon. Said to be the son of the great god Tartarus himself and that he is half man half serpent.
It was no coincidence that these five teenagers met up when Typhon planned an attack on Inglewood City.
The villages, peasants and farmers ran for cover inside the city walls, as the soldiers rushed to guard them. The boys on the other hand stood in the city centre anxious for action, destined to bump into each other.
As Typhon's army crashed through the gates, bodies of the Inglewood army were set alight from the fiery balls launched from the catapults.
Inglewood's defence was failing, Southland needed notice of this threat, and reinforcements were required from Kzark, the desert city.
The boys stood there in grief, hoping their city, and home, would not fall to rubble.
Zyon, a thief, noticed a messenger on the ground, a few feet away from them, his legs torn off. They all rushed to his aid.
"Quickly, take this letter..." The messenger asked, taking some of his few last breaths.
"Go through the underground passage, beneath the king's castle. And I beg of you to be careful, as you may be Fantasia's last hope."
He slipped a letter along with a map of Kronos in Zyon's pocket, before slumbering to his death.
They raced to the castle doors, focused on the task. As they opened them, they noticed it was empty. The king was gone, along with everyone else inside.
They then heard a noise. It was one of Typhon's scouts, a satyr, it was a hideous beast, half man half goat. Before the scout reached out for an arrow, the ceiling came crashing down where the young boys were and the scout.
Close to an hour had passed. One by one, they got up, wiping rubble and dust of themselves, realising they were taken down into the passage, and noticed the satyr had been crushed.
It was almost pitch black, apart from the light that flickered in the distance. They slowly walked toward it.
"Gross! It smells here," Curly complained.
"I think I know why!" Kamrad yelled.
Giant rats, scavenging on many dead soldiers. As the rats noticed them, then all turned towards them, their eyes red and crazed.
They were not expecting a battle, so they were not well equipped.