For nearly a thousand years, the world has been shrouded in darkness. The last great King had protected this world with his own life, the magic blood in his veins allowing him to push back the demons that scourged the land, and command the dragons which protected it. Though as all things must, the King had died of age, and not nearly thirty moons after that, the world was lost. Magic, now considered a legend, had long dissipated from the world, and the blood of the kings Heir thought to be dry. This king is Your ancestor, and you inherit his powers, knowingly, or unknowingly. And as legend states, You are the next Heir to the throne, and You are the one who will reforge the land from its broken handle, into a gleaming saber of peace. This is taken!