prolog:; Long ago in a time long forgotten there were four races. The demons, the dragons, the humans, and the 

Elves. These beings lived in peace.  

In the kingdom of Darzea, there was a small village of demons. 

Above that tiny village, there was a mountain, where dragons lived. The dragons bred goats, and sheep. 

The elder dragons led them, and distribute the food.  

Many dragons had babies, with these new mouths to feed, the food was scarce. 

In the mountain, there was a small family of dragons, the family consisted of, the mother, the father, and, a child, because of food shortage, and having a new mouth to feed, the family ran out of food. 

The father did not want his family to die. 

Because of this, he had no choice.  

In the dead of night, the father went down to the village, the father killed two goats that belonged to a farmer. 

The farmer was outraged When he awoke. 

The farmer waited until the family was asleep, when the family was asleep, the farmer climbed the mountain, and murdered the family. 

When the dragons awoke, they found the family dead. 

The farmer had murdered them, with a pitchfork. 

The next morning, the dragons attacked the village, killing thousands, but despite the dragons attempt, some demons escaped. 

The demons did not know what the farmer did, the farmer died in the flaming village. 

The demons thought that the dragons attacked unprovoked, the demons were outraged, the dragons were just as mad, the demons and the dragons started a war.  

This war lasted a millennia.  

No one would expect this war, all this hatred, to end just because, of three people.