The final battle has occurred outside of Oblivion's Gate, the entrance has been revealed and the powers that be decree that the truce that is beyond a millennia old be broken to once decide the question of who will win. Will it be the forces of Order or Chaos. Or will it be Good and Evil. The time to decide is now. Heroes on both sides have laid down their lives to fight the good fight. All for getting the chance to claim the next world theirs. Theirs to dictate to Good and Evil the rules of the next world. Who will win the Silver Dragon or the Dark Beast
Somewhere in the countryside of Earth. Their was a man. A man charged with a crime. One he did not commit, was wrongfully exposed. All because a person did not like him. And who spread rumors of him to destroy him. And that is what happened. Drowned out by the pleas of the passionate. He died in jail by a horde of inmates. The guards turning a blind eye. And his body was taken out of the coffin commissioned by his parents, that was dug out at night by hooligans.And his body was thrown out and buried in the forest. A cherry blossom tree was planted on where his corpse lay. But what the hooligans did not notice is that the ground seemed fresher and even more lively. The grass seemed to be greener. And the tree looked more healthier than when it was planted. And as the sun started to rise, the hooligans left taking with them their shovels.
Deep in the earth, Paul heard a name come to him. All Paul saw was darkness. Yet it was comforting even warm.
"Paul"
"Paul"
Finally Paul answers.
"Yes?"
"Do not despair I have come to you for help, I need you to do something for me"
"What is it, I'm dead. How can I help?."
"But within you I know you are brave, even kind I have been watching you, for I am the earth. I must ask you must forgive your attackers. They are suffering."
Images of his attackers in misery and torment assaulted Paul's mind. Paul felt a perverse feeling of sadism,spiteful smugness and anger but it was replaced quickly with guilt, sympathy and understanding. Finally he says.
"How?"
"I will make you one with the spirit of love and creation and with it the power of creation. Your children will be your soldiers. Though they will not attack humanity, some will as your creations are tied to you. Some will even love humanity. And many of them will become aspects of your personality. However their are some that seek to attack man and undo your work for Good. Some may not hate you, but they nevertheless seek to pervert your mission. You must not be dissuaded. It is up to you to shepherd and foster the flock. Aid the ill. And repair the broken hearted. Do not use my gift to you for profit, use my power unselfishly.Rest now"
And with that Paul glows in a phosphorescent light. Where it solidified into a cocoon.