Long ago, there existed four ancient stones that were said to harness immense power. Simply being near one of these stones would be able to make anyone feel unstoppable, and holding one physically allowed the wielder to perform acts of the unthinkable. As such, these stones were said to have been well-guarded, hidden and locked away from any who would seek them out. The thought of them falling into the wrong hands was ever looming. Yet decade after decade would pass and no one would have found a stone. As the years passed, generation after generation believed these stones to be nothing more than mere legend. That they were nothing more than a child’s tale that were told as a bed-time story. It seemed as if no one believed in the stories and that was alright with everyone. It’d be best for these stones to be forgotten, their traces of existence to slowly and eventually fade out. 

Yet that is not how a story is told. There will always be someone lurking, learning and seeking the truth of the world. Not all folk enjoy for secrets to be kept and some even love to watch the world burn. To see that everything one could love, a ruined mess. 

One such person did exist. Seeming to appear one day from out of nowhere. The very mention of his name would cause one to shudder. The acts he had wrought upon those who had stood in his way made people cringe. Some would even say he wasn’t from this world; yet that was just them trying to make themselves feel better. No one could imagine a creature so evil, so methodical in his ways. They tried to imagine him to not be of the world they called home because they lived life in safety; that nothing as evil as he could be born upon its land. How wrong they were to believe such a lie. 

One by one, city by city, they would crumble beneath his armies. The world soon turned from a living, breathing green wonderland into a black and charred wasteland. The skies itself would turn red as if it itself had began to bleed. Some even say that the sun started to refuse to rise, seeing as no one would be able to cherish its light for long. Hope was lost to the mast majority of the world. It would only be a matter of time until he had assembled all of the stones. If the Tyrant was allowed to assemble them all, he would be able to unleash the powers they held; thus becoming unstoppable in his quest for power. It seemed as if no one would be able to stand up to this demon, and the world was already lost. 

Until one day, a group of heroes emerged. These heroes had been forged and shaped in a world that should have seen them destroyed; yet the trials they went through merely made them stronger. Seen as mild annoyance at first, the Tyrant disregarded them as nothing more than rebels. That eventually, this group of heroes would fall beneath his heel. Though their ultimate weapon was not their will to live, or the desire to see a better tomorrow. They became a symbol of hope, and a once broken world was given a new life to breath. 

The heroes ventured all over the world, racing against the Tyrant and his army to find the remaining stones. However, in their quest, they were only able to find two of the four stones. The Tyrant had already found and secured the other two; which would place the heroes at odds end. They knew that if they were to fight an already incredible evil; who now wielded an even greater power; they would perish. 

Yet, as the heroes marched on, they were filled with determination. Their solace in their final hours were that they would make everything right once more. They would restore balance to this dying world, and that it would heal; with the stones being shattered. Never again would they be used for the wrong purpose. As they on-looked the Grand Palace of the Tyrant, the heroes all looked to one another and said their praises before their final battle. 

That battle was long ago, and the world had recovered from the wounds of the Tyrant. At least, that is what most would tell you. There still exist areas of darkness that no one would dare adventure to, for they say that if you walk down the wrong path; the Tyrant will appear before you. Others question as to where these stones went.  

None are sure on what happened to the stones of power. Some believe that they were broken, destroyed in the ensuing conflict and no longer existed. Others would have you believe that the stones vanished to the far corners of the world, back to their areas of seclusion; impossible to rediscover due the world’s shifted terrain. 

All that can be said is that no one knows where these stones lay now. As it was said, some believe them to not exist, while others say somewhere in the world, they lay in wait for the next set of heroes that will claim their power. All we know to be true is that one day, they will be found once again. Once they are found, it will be up to those who were destined to find these stones of power to choose their fate from that point forward.