Centuries past and man has evolved and took control of the land, in the distance you could see wonderers step into the light of the old world of the fairies. A band of soldiers had just arrived; 4men and a young boy aged 12. The leader of the five was an elderly man with light armour and a well-trimmed white beard, on his side was a large Celtic type sword, it was obvious that the were noble men. His name was Kelshek. The second was a man of his prime a young pup with heavy still armour, he had a long red cape on with his kings insignia his name was Moran. The third man was a well built middle aged and was riddled with scars, his name was Bow-jak. The fourth man was a shifty looking character whose eyes seemed to penetrate your very soul; he was wearing long clothes and had a samurai sword. His name was Bray tack. The young boy was slightly armoured with a small but sharp well-made sword. He had a cape with his family's insignia, he had black hair, and his name was RAZIEL.

"I don't understand why we have to bring this weakling along with us? He will slow us down you know this" Raziel responded in kind "what's wrong Bray tack you worried that ill take your place in this foolish quest" Kelshek went into convulsions on laughter at the young's boy courage "he's right you know if you don't get it together you will be replaced by this one". Raziel always fond of the complements sites there with a smile on his face. "What's that?" Moran noticed something in the busies. "Lycan" out jumped this huge Lycan-trope its eyes beating with hatred from inside.

All the soldiers decided to run for their lives except Raziel which stud his ground and unleashed his true nature, he ran at the beast with his sword in his hand ready to kill it, but it did not have the boy in its sight, his target was Bray tack which at this time was running towards the cliff. "Help me…help me please" he came to a halt realising he was at the edge. The Lycan slowly approached snarling and swinging its claws knocking Bray tack of the cliff. Raziel comes up running slicing the Lycan in two. "Oh god Raziel help me please" the young boy Raziel, smiled staring down at him with an evil look in his cold eyes "why would I do a thing like that now?" Raziel stepped on his hands and then watched as he fell to his demise at the bottom. Raziels path to hatred had now begun; he took one last look down and said "weakling you didn't deserve to be in my presence" at that moment the rest of the men come running up to Raziel "my lord are you ok" their voice filled with panic "I am fine no need to worry about me but our friend Bray tack has fallen" he gave a little smile an then proceeded to the path from whence they strayed, and thus a warrior was created and he will play a pivotal part in Nozgarth's destiny…