I walk through the calm forest in the time of knights, and only the dark memories are left from these times. There's pieces of armour on skeletons of men lying on the ground. They were killed by the stab of the sword.

Before me lies thousands of dead knights, beneath of my feet lies skeletons, and only the dark memories are left of this knighthood.

On this ground all fought for domination, but no one stayed alive. And no one know why that even one life didn't survive. It must have been the powers of evil, that killed the rest of the men on this bloodstained ground, that which stories has been told.