Prologue

Ten thousand years in the past,

A demon was born into flesh.

His name long forgotten to time,

He laid siege to many innocent souls

With a curse now known as

"The Darkness"

It infected people in the throes of despair, feeding on human misery

And they would be transformed into violent monsters equal to their hell.

In one world, called Earth,

A small girl saw her father being transformed by his despair

a monster he started to become before her eyes,

She held his arm, and as the last thing he would hear

She promised not to fall to woe,

To carry his story as long as she could,

To fight against the seemingly endless tragedy.

Her strength was witnessed by the universe,

Her promises echoed and would sound ring true,

As upon her shoulder a mark would appear

The shape of a white heart, which gave light to an unending night

Though a tainted body cannot be saved,

A soul can be purified after death has been rought

And she gave her father a path to be reborn to a life without such cruelty.

Long into the night this girl would stand,

The blessing on her shoulder giving her the strength the reach many

Strained her power would become, as she stood against the demon

But at hope's last minute her light would reach four heroes from four separate worlds,

Heroes who would later become the Guardians of the Realms.

With their power, the demon was vanquished and his curse weakened

But immortal he was, and could not be killed

So the Hero of the Magic Realm cast a spell of binding, sealing him in a hidden prison

The Hero of the Light Realm ignited an eternal flame to quell the power he held in darkness,

The Hero of the Shadow Realm removed all the shadows he might feed on, taking away all strength

And the Hero of the Soul Realm cast a barrier so no wandering soul would be tainted, preventing many tragedies.

The little girl's blessing began to dwindle having been used so long past it's limits

Flickering her blessing began

and to prevent the curse from spreading to the other realms

She allowed her own to become Ground Zero,

As she placed her hands upon an old tree

it began to glow white with her power

And a barrier was cast across all of Earth, one which allowed none infected to leave and sealing the curse itself away from the rest of the universe

And thus, the small hero disappeared without a trace, her fate unknown even to this day in time

But many still claim to feel her presence, down by the tree which still glows

And the light still shines, hope it still shows.

This girl would become known as

The Primordial God,

The one who ended our most tragic night and created the Aurora Grand in the night sky

To her, those four heroes would forever stay loyal

Until their last breath they fought for them same reason as she,

And at the end, transferred the blessings they received in turn to a new set of Guardians.