An epic prologue
(The year 1518)
Cling! Clang! Cling! Clang!
The sounds of the blacksmith dwarves echoed throughout the underground tunnels of the mine. It was normal to hear the sounds of the dwarves using their tools to create objects such as weapons and armors. But for this night, they were making something they have never created before. Unlike anything else they were used to making, they were making something that appeared as a simple every object. It didn’t take long for them to finish making a silver ring band.
The only thing it was missing was the gem.
A rare gem that was said to never exist proved them wrong as they carefully broke down the clear diamond-like crystal into a small piece to fit into the ring band. Pretty soon, the ring was completed.
“Enchantress,” one of the dwarves spoke to a young and beautiful woman nearby, “It’s finished.”
Wren Dyer, a young enchantress took the finished ring and examined the new unusual weapon.
“Well done all of you,” she commented with a smile, “The ring is finally finished.”
With a proud smile, Wren couldn’t take her off of the ring that was created to put a stop to evil.
“Now are you sure that this ring will really work?” the dwarf asked her.
“It should. The magic users and I used a lot of our magic to make this ring a powerful object. I can’t see it not working.”
“Well then, what are we supposed to do now?”
“Now I’ll take this to Master Alder, he’ll bring it to life. I thank all of you for doing this, you dwarves are truly master crafters.”
“Anything for Fantastopia,” the dwarf smiled.
After putting the ring on a chain that she hung around her neck, Wren headed out of the mines where she got onto a horse that was waiting for her as she began to gallop down the trail. She soon came upon an open area near a cliff where she spotted an elderly man waiting at the edge. She knew right away that it was Master Alder, a great wizard.
“Master Alder!” she called out while getting off her horse and hurrying to the wizard’s side.
“Wren,” he responded with interest, “Do you have it?”
“Right here,” she took off the chain and showed him the finished ring that hung from it.
“My God,” he gasped with amazement while taking the ring off the chain, “It’s beautiful. I can’t believe it’s actually finished.”
“And you’re sure that this ring will find a hero for us?” she asked.
“Oh, I believe it will. It took us a lot of work to make this, I know that it’ll work. Now all I have to do is wake it up.”
She stood back and watched as the wizard waved his hand above the ring while casting his magic on it. And just like that, the ring began to glow. And in only a second, the ring disappeared right in front of their eyes.
“Did it work?” Wren gasped.
“Only time will tell,” Master Alder responded, “It looks like the ring has already chosen the first hero. Now, all we have to do is wait for the signal. Let’s just hope it’ll be as soon as possible.”
With the ring gone in search of the chosen hero, all Wren could do now is wait and hope that the hero will arrive in time to help them go against evil. This is the very first time anything like this has ever happened in the land of Fantastopia, so she hoped that all of that work into making that special ring will pay off.
Way out in the real world, in the country of Ireland, a 22-year-old Irish man stepped outside his small fort with a bucket in his hand.
“Phillip!” a woman’s voice called out from inside, “Don’t forget to milk the goats as well!”
“Yes ma!” he called back, “I know.”
He began to make his way towards the only cow they had as he set the bucket down and petted the cow’s head who turned to him with a blank expression.
“I know girl,” he sighed, “One day we’re going to have more food to eat. I just hope it won’t take too long. Now, let’s hope you’ve got some milk this time.”
But before he could even bend down to milk the cow, he suddenly spotted something from afar that was flashing from the light of the sun. Wondering what is was that blinding him, Phillip walked over to the area in the grass where he came upon a silver ring with a blue gem in the center.
“Where did this come from?” he wondered while picking up the object.
The moment he touched the ring, Phillip couldn’t take his eyes off the beauty of the ring. It appeared valuable since the band was most likely made from silver and the blue gem must be a special kind of stone. Curious, he slipped the ring onto his left middle finger, and just like that, he felt this strange feeling inside, almost like magic.
What was this ring? And why did he feel drawn to it?
He may just think that it was a regular piece of jewelry, but soon he’ll discover that he’s been chosen by a mysterious world to become their very first hero to go against the dark forces of evil. A job that will then pass down to the next chosen one of his bloodline.