The myths had been passed from generation to generation. Myths of the nefarious demon lord, Aeroth had transcended in generations as grandmothers told their grandchildren about the evil deeds of the demon. They warned the children of the destruction caused by the evil lord. Most of the children did not heed the warnings and just brushed it off as rumor. There was one child that took the myths to heart. This child decided that she would slay the demon lord that caused the world so much trouble. And that is where the story begins. Kaya walked through the market, looking for a new sword. Hers broke fighting off an ogre. She ran a hand through her short black hair. Her green eyes scanned over the different stalls. None of them had what she was looking for. All of them tried to sell her jewelry. "Excuse me miss!" A fat man said. His dark skin shone with sweat as he ran up to Kaya. "I noticed you were holding an exquisite sword. It's a shame it is broken. I think I have just the weapon for you!" He grabbed her hand and dragged her over to his stall, shoving weapons in her face.