Think mats of spongy mosses cover every rock, tree trunk, and branch forming an emerald carpet for the orchids and ferns that drape the limbs over head. A lush testament to the thirty feet of rain that can annually drench the mountain's summit. Crystalline blue waters shimmered as it cascaded down several waterfalls and into the slow moving rivers below. The croaking of frogs, chirping of birds, and the chatter of small wood creatures filled the air. The smell of fresh dew and the sweetness of the flowers also filled the air. This is the forest of the Dragons... The dappled splotches of sun and shade filtering through the leafy canopy over one hundred and fifty feet above, wash over the paradise that has been here long before humans appeared on the land. It is a world in such perfect balance that the mix of vegetation in this undisturbed jungle has been essentially the same for hundreds if not thousands of years. Even after the dragons allowed the elves, humans, dwarves, and more live in their forest. These many creatures had to adapt to the dragons way of living around the forest, not the forest adapting around them. The dragons believed that their forest, mountains, and waters were sacred and that it should be left as undisturbed as possible and in doing so they would be granted its full beauty and a bountiful harvest every year and the years to come. This went on for a very long time... Until the day that the oldest and the wisest of the Dragon Kings had mysteriously become very ill and passed away of unknown cause. He leaving behind a son, a Prince, who all believed would be the one to take the throne, but he was no where to be found. The only thing that was found was a letter addressed to the Prince's very own Royal Knight, which everyone knew that he was the only one that the Prince truly trusted. It read as followed... "The night when the stars go out... I'll leave, leave from this place, Where it has grown dark and cold. I'l leave... I'll go some place where the star still shine. I'll go where the dew still glistens as the stars twinkle. I'll go where the moon's rays still reflect against the waters surface." To some it made no sense, but to the Royal Knight it meant everything. The knight knew his charge would be safe. The knight knew that the rule of the Shadow Dragon would not last very long. To the people, they believed the prince had died along side his father. Now the Paradise that once was the most beautiful in the land, lay a blood stained battle ground. A rebel faction began to form three years after the evil Shadow Dragon's rule, with the aid of the so called fallen Prince. They planned to bring down the Shadow Dragon and allow their Prince to take his rightful place upon the throne.