Chapter 1: unknown(for the time being)

Prologue Pangaea, a beautiful combination of vibrant colours, its continents placed perfectly next to each other like an enormous puzzle. In spite of this, the people of Pangaea lived as if divided, each country ruled by creatures that possess great power; the Northern Emperor, the Southern Ruler, the Eastern King and the Rogue Leader of the West. The Moon, hanging in the black sky like a blood red orb, lit a castle that stood deep within the Misty Mountains where the Northern Emperor, who was feared by every citizen, lived. The evil that possessed this man was so great that no name could be bestowed upon him, instead he was only known as the Emperor. His main objective: to unleash his evil on the innocent citizens of Pangaea. It was on a calm night, everyone down below sleeping soundlessly, unaware of the horror that was envisioned by the Emperor, that it took place. The Emperor was pacing up and down, his long silver hair dragging behind him like a tail, his silver eyes gleaming in the darkness, when he suddenly stopped, pulled his chair towards him and reached for his quill and parchment. He started sketching, not caring for the spilled ink. Hours later he lifted the parchment and laughed malevolently, what was sketched was his perfect idea for evil incarnate. The Emperor hurried to his laboratory and started working intensely at his creation. After a fortnight of working feverishly he finally emerged and saw the sun rising through an opening in the mountains. Tired beyond reason and drenched from his own sweat he started as suddenly all went black and the earth started shaking. The citizens below ran back to their houses, nothing like this has ever happened. The Emperor knew that the cause of this earth shattering moment was his creation, lying in the depths of the castle. He had expected as much, even hoped that it would happen, but what he did not expect was an explosion coming from his creation. Midnight purple flames erupted from the laboratory, engulfing the castle; the force flung him across the chamber. He hit a column and, almost passing out; saw his whole castle covered in the strange flames. Pain like he never experienced was covering his body, he looked down upon himself and saw blood mixed with flames. His own evil had caused his downfall. Before his last breath left him, he saw something exiting the flames at a frightening speed, hurtling toward the forest bordering his castle. The explosion caused the mountain range and most of the forest to be severed from the mainland, the evil of Pangaea was split from the mainland. That evening the Legend of Alduin was born. The creation that the Emperor had brought into this world was guaranteed to be feared by all creatures on Pangaea. It was not some hideous misshaped creature, but instead a lizard, a dragon by the name of Alduin. A being more evil than any other creature created. Due to this incident a city came to exist on the border of the Great Forest, which surrounds the Misty Mountains, a city by the name of Rivelda. Although this was no ordinary city, built from the timber of the Great Forest made it one of the most beautiful and enchanted cities of Pangaea. The wood from the forest was not the kind that was to be used for fire making, it was of a different nature, it was dark in colour and its texture was as hard as stone. The death of the Emperor never left any conversation, many of the people still talked about the horror that he had brought into the world, but the people of Rivelda were brave and fearless. They were able to withstand any dire situation, as was needed, for Alduin lived in the Great Forest. Deep within the Misty Mountains on the highest point where the snow lay thick on the black stone, was Alduin’s peak. The legend tells that the peak is the birth place of the monster and that every fortnight he will leave his place of refuge. Flying from the mountain towards the waterfall that was a few leagues form the city, where he would drink whilst on the lookout for food. Afterwards he would make his way back, but the return flight always led him over the city. The soldiers of Rivelda were standing on the walls waiting anxiously, for the dragon was approaching the city...