Swiftly they flew, burnning all that lay in their path.
As word reachedthe King of mortals,and the fear spread amongst the peasants,He assembled the bravest of all his Knights.
Once together,King Orus asked for volunters to go forth and vanquish the Dragons.
With their hands on hilts,all in his presence begged to go first.
Unknown to them,they would be just the first to die.
Into the night the Mighty warriors marched.Going gloriously into their final battle.
As King Orus watched from the tower,his men stepping in unison into the darkness,He called for his sorcerer. To him he came.Orus asked for the sorcerer to look to see if the knights would be victorious.
His hands moving in small circles in front of him,a ball of brilliant blue light shone.Within this ball of light were visions of the battles that were soon to be waged."All that go your highness..."
The sorcerer paused greatly as the King asked,"Sorcerer tell me of their fate.Do I send them to their deaths ?"
"Indeed M'lord, They do march into the bowls of evil and there they will not return from" With the words slowly he fades into the shadows and leaves Orus to his thoughts.
Sitting alone upon his throne Orus looked to the heavens and asked the Gods for help,someone to watch over the knights on their journies.