Fanfic:Legend of The Clans

''Thou cannot hope to believe in what thou cannot understand. Thy kingdom will fall from leadership under false banners. Thou should be weary of those who antagonize, and destroy, and poison thy brothers whilst they remain without knowledge of your actions. Those who hate...only hate because it is what they know of as life. Those who love knew only love as their life took place. But keep my last words in your mind forever... ... ... Evil flourishes when good men do nothing. ''

The fortress of Fyrulos Kingdom sat grand on top of the ancient mountain it was built upon. On this great day, the Six Clans of Fyrulos Kindgom were coming together to celebrate the Binding of The Gems, the Wyvern Banquet, and most of all, the re-sealing of the Bound Runes. This was an especially thrilling event, as the Bound Runes were not known to be re-sealed commonly. A hundred year stretch was not common, even. Usually it was five-hundred years would it need reset. This time, however, the times had been getting progressively shorter, they believed.

''The Bound Runes were ancient artifacts of pure power left behind by the old gods.

TO BE FINISHED LATER