For many in the vast realm of Ardonis, today seemed like any other. The weather was pleasant, the forests were filled with the calls of their inhabitants, and all felt right with the world. Except this was no ordinary day. The Soothsayers have foretold the appearance of the Chosen Knight. King Halcyon and King Zephyr of Mordred and Illium sent their best to meet the chosen. Each for a different reason. The Chosen Knight was foretold to join the forces of Illium in erradicating the dark empire of Mordred. The Illian knights went forth to meet their new ally, while the Mordredling Assassins went to eradicate the knight before he could become a problem. Edward skidded and tumbled down the slope of the nearby mountain, finally landing in a soft bush to catch him. How he arrived in the mountains he had no clue, and he was equally clueless to the path laid before him. After the world stopped spinning, he slowly sat up with a groan, brushing dirt and leaves from his ginger hair. "What the hell just happened?" he groaned, standing up slowly to lean against a tree. He had to have been drugged and abandoned in the mountains... Yeah, that's it.