For two thousand years, the Mythica of Light battled the Mythica of Shadow, some making the ultimate sacrifice to protect their brethren or other creatures whom they felt it was their duty to protect. Most encounters were skirmishes, and a lot of political dealings where involved, but finally, the forces of Light where near defeat, as the Dragons and Narvanth moved across the face of Hir, subjugating all creatures under their rule, or destroying those who did not submit.
Throughout the years, four of the Mythica of Light had fallen to the forces of Narvanth. Caroku gave his life to buy time for the elk to flee the burning of their forest. Hucyn and Varor, the Wolf Twins, fell when they were ambushed by Udak, the son of Sossian, and the Dragons. Drak was taken by Narvanth and there were rumors that the Dragons had tortured her for days before death finally released her from her suffering.
There were now only seven Mythica of Light, and the last of the creatures of Hir were few. Everything seemed lost as Narvanth and his Dragons scourged the world in fire and devastation. The once beautiful world of Hir had become a world of slavery and death.
Ramura, and the other Mythica of Light, gathered in their Crux, deep in the last forest remaining on Hir, trying desperately to find a way to stop their impending doom and the final enslavement of all.
“We’ve one last chance to put an end to this,” said Ramura to the other Mythica. “I’ve discovered a spell, a powerful spell, that may allow us to stop Narvanth and the Dragons. But it will require all of us to cast it and it can only be directed at one target.”
Bargar was the first to respond. “You’ve found it, then? The Stormguard spell?”
Ramura nodded and the others all listened intently. The Stormguard was a spell that required at least five magicians to cast, a spell that was thought lost hundreds of years ago, when the war had started, but after years of searching, Ramura had found the lost Tome of Magic, created by the Dragons thousands of years ago.
“It will most certainly destroy the one against whom it is cast, but it will require time and much will to manifest. It also helps if there is already a storm in the sky.”
“Who then, will use this spell?” asked Diala.
“I’ll teach it to all of you,” replied Ramura. “We must all be ready to use the spell if the opportunity presents itself. I’m thinking that if we can use it against Narvanth, the Dragons will be leaderless.”
“It will not be an easy task to get him into such a position,” said Tywulf. “We may need a distraction.”
Ramura and the others nodded ascent. It very well may require one of them to sacrifice themselves to draw Narvanth out. They all looked at each other, wondering who would volunteer for such a task, if any would.
It was Ramura who spoke. “I’ll draw him out. This devastation must be stopped, and if it means I must die to achieve our goal, then so be it.”
The others looked at Ramura with sadness and understanding. Bargar thought to volunteer instead, but they all knew how much Narvanth hated Ramura. If any one of them could draw him out, it would be Ramura.
None of them said more, all knowing what they must do. They could not fail and allow Ramura’s sacrifice to be in vain. They must learn the spell and cast it to destroy Narvanth and put an end to the Dragon’s conquest of Hir.