19 Seven Thousand Years Later

seven thousand years later after magic has been cut off from the world of Azatareon, The forges have stopped and many pepole have stopped coming. The Aztar have become a dying race.

But a young Aztar still belives that magic exists somewhere Fargo Dra'ghoul a young Aztar driven by a passion that even he does not fully understand yet, Fargo devotes his life to studying as much as he possibly can about magic,

His childhood friend Havck who does not understand any of this stays by his side even when all of Fargos other friends desrect him.

One Day early in the morning Fargo wakes Havck up " Fargo it is time to go now." Fargo said Havck wakes up and says "why so early ?"

Fargo was already heading towards the gate "Come on, hurry before they wake up." Havck sighed and followed his friend out of his peaceful village of Aztar and on a quest to find a Sword that Fargo had told him about one day.

" Why do we have to go and look for a sword that probloy is not real?" Havck had asked Fargo who replied

" Do you remember when the forges ran hot and world was rich with magic, Because I remember." Fargo paused and said "i know this Sword is real and it is telling me to come to it and became its weilder."

Havck sighed and passed though the gate and into the outside world of Azatareon