Prologue: The fall of Eldoria.

The kingdom of Eldoria was once a land of peace and magic, where the harmony between humans, elves, and dragons had been carefully for centuries. Magic flowed through every river, every tree, and every stone. It was a world where the elements themselves could be bent to the will of those who learned the ancient arts, and where the sun never set without a song of gratitude rising from the cities and towns that dotted the landscape.

But such peace could not last forever.

In the depths of the forbidden Mountains, a darkness was stirring. For centuries, the shadow king, an ancient sorcerer once banished by the rulers of Eldoria, had been plotting his return. His army of twisted creatures, once considered mere myth, began to rise from the shadows. His goal was simple: the complete annihilation of Eldoria and the subjugation of all magical creatures.

As the shadow King's forces surged from the mountains, the capital city of Eldoria was the first to fall. The King and Queen, along with their council of mages, fought valiantly, but it was no use. the dragon fires that once protected the kingdom were snuffed out, and elves' arrows could not pierce the dark magic that engulfed the kingdom.

In the chaos, a prophecy was whispered through the winds. The prophecy spoke of a child born under the blood moon, one with the power to restore Eldoria to its former glory. But that child had yet to be found.

And so, the world fell into darkness, waiting for the chosen one to emerge.