I saw in a land far away, in a time long ago where adventure was taken and never to be known, the stories are now told of the mighty and the bold the tale of a Princess and her mighty warrior King. How with these words their lives have lasted in the thunder of time. Some came to mend and some to grind, the righteous did contend against dark evil. Here at the end of our long tale a tear will descend. Unveil the wizard and the druid’s masterful cuts the dawning of a new era will unfold as it must. The mighty passed the diamond burgs that float on the oceans of Neptune. They circled the diadem of power of the mightiest king his throne will never be broken. The eternal spirit created the firstborn he is the strongest servant of all set to rule for all eternity by his father’s side. A different son was a darker one his soul drank in pride and succored for power his sons and daughters were thick and wicked and full of hate. The thrones of Castle Prime were called to their due diligence to the will of the gods to destroy the prince of future darkness and in the covenant they were promised a new land a new place a better dwelling and in this new earth once they defeated the offspring of the other son they would live in peace. So in egregious eminently they ward and their stratagem’s were unleashed upon each other to avail their differences to weigh and measure their worth to value their existence to be the defeated or the victorious in Mitherion on Pangaea and in all the galaxy in all of creation.