Prologue

Harmony was broken

The five that should have been one became divided

Each reverting to its own nature

Only as the evil of fifth was realised

Did the four shape the world one last time

But their power was too great to be unleashed without balance

Harmony was broken

But the echoes of the world song can still be heard

And through this the four found their champions

Calling them together

The elements would have scoured the world

And made it devoid of life

Had not the bard's call checked their terrible power

Much was lost that day

But the world was won

The fifth fell into the depths of the world

Body rent asunder, mind broken

But even out of the defeat of the fifth, a new hope arose

Eight lands, blessed and cursed by his power

Harmony was broken

And yet peace returned

The fifth defeated, the four withdrew

What had been wild and mutable became solid

History unfolded, the mortal races made the world their own

As was ordained

The fifth slipped into legend

The four became myths

Both treachery and sacrifice nothing more than stories

Stars, dancing through the night's sky

But I remember. For I can hear the songs of the wind, in the waves

In the cackling of flames, rising from the very bones of the earth

What has been forgotten may become known again

What lies hidden may be revealed

What sleeps may wake. And with it all its terrors

Harmony was broken

And still the songs endure

I shall sing of the five, of the return of the fifth

Or evil old and unimaginable

I shall sing to mortal hearts and heavens alike

I shall sing with a voice of fire!