Flame sweeps over an army as four dragons soar overhead, standards of several kingdoms in various states mark the broken lines. A dragon on the ground has a balista bolt through it's wing engaged in a battle against a knight of a newly found order, the one who brought these banners together to slay the five dragons of the plateau.
The knight uses the flat of his sword to take a hit from the dragon's tail lifting him off his feet and sending him hurtling back. The dragon then lunges forward teeth bared, in a last act of desperation the knight raises his sword just in time for it to be sunk into the throat of the dragon sending a crimson blood shooting out as the dragon tries in vain to shake the blade lose only worsening it's own wound.
Fire bellows in its throat as it erupts prematurly through the gash causing the life blood of the dragon to explode outward searing into the knight's armor and flesh. The blood causes sends the knight and those around into a state where the see a vision, a young man between an army of man and an army of beasts, the standard of his order waving proud among the men. A the birth of a new era... words etched into the minds of those present.
-20 years later within the kingdom-
The wind billows through the mountains and into a valley, the gods look upon a keep sitting atop the hill overlooking a peaceful village. Within was the first day of a new era, at least according to a prophecy told by the kingdom's most zealous church. The birth of a hero.
In the room stood seven men, three priests of the Dragon's Bane Order, the lord of the keep and his guard. The last two were a simple man and women who lived in the village, as she lay in a bed the man held her hand with a smile on his face.
"It'll be ok hon, the priests will ease the pain and soon our child will be here." he reassured his wife who couldnt help but feel something was wrong dispite the low hum of the priests' magic.
When the time finally came it was a mix of joy, pain, and eventually the child was born. his father and mother looked at their son held in the hands of the kindly priestess. "Hon, its a boy what should we name him?" the woman lay there tired from the effort, the healer still working to keep her stable. "How about we name him after you? It's only fitting" she holds the babe against her heart as it is handed to her. "He has your eyes... the most beautiful shade of amber."
It was peace, a couple enjoying the serene moment until reality set in... their son was the prodigy told in tales, he wouldnt be able to live a normal life... he wouldnt be able to go home with them. Tears welled up within the mother's eyes as the priestess took the child from her.
"Don't cry miss, your son will do great things, you know that he cannot reach his full potential living as the son of a farmer and a seamstress." Anger filled the man's heart, he knew it was true but all the same why his son? why must he give up his own child? "Do not even think of trying anything" said one of the priests looking at the father as if reading his intentions before even before he knew them.
As he looked up he saw them leaving, his newborn son in their arms. "W-why... Wait!" he sprung to his feet darking after the priests but as he crossed the distance he felt a strike against the back of his head knocking him to the ground, as he looked up he saw the lord's guard, sword in hand, blade pressed against the small of his back keeping him down. "Lucas, you've faithfully served this land, do not throw your life away." The father, Lucas wept there helpless as his already scattered mind faded to darkness.