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In the old times the Guardian of the Sun, Saule, brought dragons down to Earth. According to the legend of man, Saule had found their home destroyed, on one of the many turnings of the Sun. Kindhearted as she was she offered them a new home deep in the mountains of Northern Europe. Saule shared her own knowledge with the dragons, for she knew the time would come when the old ways would be forgotten as man began to walk the Path of Power. She hoped that the dragons would be able to keep her knowledge alive a while longer, until they too would disappear into the mists of time.

The dragons, a species called the Zaltys, settled into their new homes. From Saule they learned the knowledge of the elements, the planets and the ways of healing. They combined the new knowledge with their own knowledge and soon became the protectors of Earth. The offered warmth and healing to those that had lost hope. With Saule and the other Guardians watching from above and the Zaltys on Earth, there was peace and harmony for many years.

But time passed and a new era began. A new empire emerged out of the destruction of the old world. The old ways where fought and eventually forgotten. The names of the Guardians faded away from the hearts and the minds of man, as new ways found their ways into the world.

They Zaltys watched the destruction of the old with sadness in their hearts, but they also feared this new world, this newly established empire. For with the coming of this new empire and the thirst for power, they saw an old enemy emerge out of the mists of time and they feared for the destruction of the worlds.

Many ages ago, on their home planet, it had been foretold that when the walls of time came crushing down it would bring the destructions of worlds. In time the prophecy had been forgotten, but when man started to walk the path of power the words found their way back into their minds and they waited. Waited for the warrior to be born out of the mists of time.

Out of the mists of Time
A warrior will rise
To bring the old Lords down

Time itself will come to fall
When Darkness hears its call
The Souls of the Lost need to be found
Brought to Earth to be forever bound

In the year 1100 A.D the Zaltys found their numbers less. The coming and going of new empires had brought their numbers down, as they were hunted and driven deeper into the mountains. Winters became colder and more difficult to survive as a cold mist spread across the mountains.

At the end of winter a young Zaltys was born into their midst, named Taradis. It was a time for joy, since they had lost so many during the winter.

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