Let me all tell you about, the Darkness Within.
A dark and robust windy day
A day in which Foretellers, foretold Dorhalhs downfall.
"Dorhalh situated between The desert of Aturo and the The woods of Torhala" had been outcasted from the rest of the human world cause of their abnormality in strength and spell usage.
Nonetheless They had been breathing prosper for over decades now.
Though nature neither man looked disturbed, something was coming.
From the deepest of fears it had been creating its form.
From men and woman who had horrifying dreams or thoughts, it formed itself to a visual creature.
Hidden by a natural skin, it symbolized Fear and Death.
Unnoticed, it began its war path by oozing out Fear and death.
This fear and death was beyond ones imagination, thereby it killed and left none more than dispear.
The Callousness killing dispersed marks of blood on the keepers, The wise and the Chief.
Noticed by the warriors of the Dorhalh, it began unleashing tads of its power.
Without a scratch, it continued, leaving the warriors nothing more than the time that gravity spent on their bodies.
As the night struck into it's darkest hour, people were saved by the seal of teleport that was casted by those who had been training the art of magic.
Those brave magicians nobly tried to stop Fear and Death, but their efforts were in vain.
Until...
The Silence broke the event.....and footsteps made sound.
Footsteps of one without fear.
Surprised, Fear and Death stood...while the fearless walked.
The only time left was the turn that the fearless made, and the four words that fear and death spoke: Thou shalt be killed.
After these events, words got inferior to explanation, and only one proclaimed winner.