The Guardians of Astaria: the Last Paladine

Cold flames blazed over the wall of the star prison. A cosmic wind sparked the flame anew, again and again, it flickered and sizzled, supplied by the never-ending light of the stars. But the glow with his blue shimmer will never reach the darkest part of the prison.

There, in the half-dark, cowered a giant being. When it woke up, the starlight would sting him painfully in the eyes. Yet this being was once himself a star. The brightest and mightiest of the Stellars. On his command, the oceans crossed over the shore. His word alone was needed, to ravage the world with fire and cyclones.

But these times where long ago. At this moment, his power was shackled and his heart engulfed in darkness. All he thought about was vengeance. In his dreams, all his traitorous Stellar siblings would fall like meteors onto the earth. Their burning wings would glow up the sphere of the sky. They would desperately beg for mercy, but their screams would remain unheard in the endless room behind the Starwall.

No, he was not defeated yet.

One day he would build a new order. So he watched and dreamed. Watched and dreamed, for hundred of years.

But one day, he jerked awake. As he watched, above the walls of his prison, wherein the distance a part of the Star wall visible. He felt the change.

In eager anticipation, he opened his wings and the chains of stardust, which bound him, clashed. There were five in numbers.

All were forged by one of the five Erzstellares, which in his place reigned over the spheres. As wandering stars, the mightiest of his brothers and sisters wandered over the heaven and there was no hour where no one didn't watch the Star prison.

And yet it seemed as if the flames on the walls began losing their powers.

From the throat of the prisoner came a loud growl. He pulled the chains even though they still cut into his flesh. At once there were shadows in the flames, which rapidly grew and swallowed the flames and the walls began to slowly break.

His visage became evil and distorted.

It was time. Finally!

His seeds have unfolded their destructive work. The being felt, how his allies beyond the Starwall were ready. The one thing they are waiting for was his signal.

He stood up painfully, the chains at his neck and limbs rattled silverily. In his impatience, he took them and pulled. Then he screamed all of his pain out and his scream let the world shudder and his shout could be heard where the splitters of his heart lay. Those, which guarded them, didn't forget him.

Then he was the ruler of the world.

and his vengeance would be terrible.