Prolouge
1,000 years… 1,000 years of death and despair. For what? I don’t even remember anymore. The bloodshed must stop….. But Who can stop it? Not me…. I’m too old and my soldiers don’t listen to me anymore. No, I must find someone outside of this war. Someone with enough power to end this without blood being spilled… Who? Not Queen Roselyn Fire. No… I imagine she’s in the same state as I. Old and betrayed, probably thinking something similar to what I am right now. Not the Kingdom of the Air…. They have disappeared from this planet; Likewise with the Kingdom of The Earth. I sigh defeated and look out my tiny cell window. I don’t know what I expected to see, though. It’s a war zone; the same as yesterday. An Army of Fire Kingdom Soldiers rushing towards a slightly larger force of Ice Kingdom soldiers. Of course the Fire Kingdom Soldiers know it’s futile; I guess they don’t care anymore. I tear myself from the window and look around my cell. It’s small, maybe three feet by three feet, with a good 8 feet separating floor from ceiling because of my tall stature. The walls that are made from stone instead of ice, like a normal Ice Kingdom structure, are lined with cracks. I know every crack and crevice, having memorized the shape and depth of them all over the years of my imprisonment. There is a solid Iron door as the only entrance to my solitude. This cell can’t hold me. They know that I could dismantle this cell in a heartbeat if I wanted too. But that’s too easy; I deserve this. But I’ll pay for it another day. First, I must fix this, and I believe I know how.
“CRASH!” The door to my cell falls over, brittle from fifty years of being exposed to the harsh cold that surrounds me. No guards come running. They know whose door it was and they know they can’t stop me while inside the castle. I make my way outside with no one bothering to stop me since they know it would be suicide. When I get outside, the battle that was going on outside my cell stops abruptly. No one dares look at me, though I can see the curiosity on some of there faces. They know I have a reason for leaving and they want to know what that could possibly be. But no one has the guts to ask I walk through them, ignoring the battle. Even the fierce Fire warriors get out of my way. I walk off into the day headed for the tallest mountain on the planet.
