Prologue

Long before the times of Babylon, it was an age of mysticism and wonder. Wonder in the sense that magic used to freely flow though the air, when the Elves of Britain, Ireland and Scotland used to walk freely among the people, when dragons were seen journeying from East to West, and when people had the freedom to think, and create miracles.

Miracles that were never seen before, and miracles that seemed to defy the laws of the universe itself. People kept on creating, and improving on the works of their predecessors. The Arabian peninsula had people flying across the skies with their flying carpet, the Nord's had the undying berserkers, the Pre - Mayans had their Gods, and the Moon people kept to their satellite cities across the deep black sky. But they were miracles that would never be seen again.

For in that age, a young and ambitious king was born to the Elves, and his name was Balor. A name that is so reviled and feared, that it was removed from all of history itself, for the crimes that he had created.

In order to expand his dominion across all of creation itself, he sought the help of demons from the Abyss, and in doing so, unleashed hell on this plane, as back then, the people could, and would, shuttle across dimensions. He had succeeded in getting the help of the demons, and started his warpath in order to control all of creation itself. All the greatest rulers and their armies could not stop him, becoming cannon fodder across his path towards dominion. All seemed lost in front of his unstoppable army, composing of the Elves and the demons from the Abyss.

Yet there was still hope. Hope came in the form of a young man, wearing a long trench coat emblazoned with gears and clockworks, of which seemed alive, as they were seen moving in all manner of directions. He had top hat, of which seemed to connect across all of space and time, granting him immense knowledge.

Within days of his arrival, he brought an indestructible army of automations, a million times a million, and countless other gadgets. He used it to free all the people who had been chained and tortured in Balor's whim, and brought life back into the eyes of the common people.

After waging a war for countless months, a final battle was culminated in Balor's castle, where the young man finally slew the evil tyrant in huge explosion, which reduced the castle to ruin.

When everything was over, he brought hope and life back into the land using his miraculous inventions, and in doing so saved all of Earth. When asked who he was, all he said were "I'm the Toymaker, nothing more, nothing less."

And with this, he departed the ands, and was never seen again by the people of that time.