* Shana runs in, looking surprised*
Shana: Yes?
Solo: Where were you?
Shana: Ah . . . Dart said he was lonely in the profiles so . . . I visited him?
Solo: No! No! No! You're supposed to stay here! In the Legend section! Dart's a big boy, he'll take care of himself!
Shana: Okay . . . Well, this is the Legend section, enjoy! I'm your hostess and why? Because I'm part of the Legend! Have fun!
Divine Tree. Nothing could compare to it's mystical powers. It
is said that this massive, yet graceful entity gave birth to all living things. One after another, races of plants, animals, and unique beings fell from it's branches and life spilled forth over the land.
The 105th race born of the tree was the powerful Dragons. These towering winged destroyers would strike terror into anyone who beheld them. In time, their Dragon Spirit would be revered and worshipped.
The 107th race was the formidable Winglies. These flying conquerors set out to build great floating cities and gain dominion over all living things. In time, their aggression enslaved the passive Human race with little resistance.
The spirit of the Divine Tree coursed through all it's offspring. The races took their place on earth, filling the desolation with lushness and activity.
But the beauty of the tree could not hide an ugly blemish in the land of floating cities. The Winglies reigned supreme. The Humans were enslaved. Divided by hatred, a battle for freedom would ensue. Both thought their very survival depended on victory over the other.
According to legend, Humans enlisted the help of Dragons. Drawing on magical forces, the Humans became Dragoon Warriors, harnessing the savage power and the soul of the Dragons. Dragoons were supernatural warriors who attacked with feirce combat skills and deadly magic.
They overpowered the Winglies in a bloody confrontation. The Humans prevailed. And they learned to exist in a peaceful harmony. But underneath the tranquility lurks a mysterious prophecy . . .
Love. Revenge. Death. A Black Monster. The emergence of another race. No one knows what it's prescence will bring. Eternal peace and hapiness for all? Or the darkest evil imaginable?
The past and future are about to collide.
Behold your destiny . . .