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!