Chapter 0: The Forgotten Legend

There is a legend that was forgotten by people and time, only the old folk remember it and pass it down as a heroic tale or bedtime story. A clan that was so powerful that even the strongest demons and demigods feared them, they were so strong that even the all so mighty dragons were like ants in front of them... and here is the legend:

"It is said that there was once a Clan powerful enough to make every beeing tremble and shiver in fear, it didn't matter if they were dragons, demons and demigods, none of them could stop them. They didn't excelled in power and strength, but also in wisdom, intelligence, and so on, nobody was able to hold a candle against them and despite beeing unsurpassable arrogance wasn't known by them. It is said that the Ashdawn Clan used an unknown energy to fight, a source of power where magic and aura can't be compared to, and thanks to that energy and power they were humanity's last line of defence. This fact was proven in all wars that were happening of the last two millenniums, a clan whose power and status never declined or fell, but instead rose to incredible heights and glory. In the Ashdawn main clan every generation there is one child that is born with the pure Ashdawn blood, and he will become the next Clan head, with the clan's symbol on the back of it's right hand which proves him worthy, this crest can't be copied or transferred which makes the Ashdawn`s even more mysterious. With their unknown origin, there are theories that they could be demigods or demons, but none of this was proven. But there is a way to defeat them, and it's on the day when all the planets, stars and galaxies make 13 perfect lines to our earth with an eclipse and a blood moon, that's the day when the immortal Ashdawn Clan will go down or rise to unthinkable heights. This should've happened fourteen years ago, but the almighty clan hasn't moved in more than one hundred years due to a missing war. Since then the world has fallen into chaos and monsters are roaming through the lands and growing stronger than their ancestors, even the weakest monster is now able to kill a full armoured knight. Chaos is eating the world and the immortal Ashdawn clan got devoured by it and perished... If they perished the last heir will rise up like a Phoenix from the ashes, but more powerfully than every ancestor ever, facing more fierce battles than his ancestors..." an elder told this legend that was forgotten by all living beeings and time itself to the children of an orphanage on a cold and stormy night. Arthur also nicknamed Art, who took shelter in the orphanage because of the storm, listened carefully to the legend told by a wise old man who seemes kind and gentle.