They say the world began with stone arch trees, and everlasting dragons. For many years these dragons were the sole inheritors of the world, the age forgotten, which it evolved into an even more forgotten age, the age of lords. It was they who slew the dragons, and took their place upon the thrones of their corpses, their power bound by the fires. However, it is said the flames faded, and much after the fading began is lost to time. Even much about the age of the king, who sat upon the hidden throne is lost as well. Not even the pilgrims journey is remembered now, the stories left in broken pieces.

If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it's taken without the author's consent. Report it.

Peace had overcome the realms, no curse appeared, no flame faded. It was the age of knowledge. A time where many sought out the truths. How ironic that the truths they sought had been abandoned by all. However like the ages before, something happened. A truth was found, one that not even gods should possess. A war broke out, destroying much of the forgotten ruins and even more of the knowledge. It truly was an age of knowledge. Of lost knowledge.