Prologue

The world of Thaensra, thousands of years ago, sixteen beings of enormous power emerged, took control of every aspect of the world, the elements, nature, space, time, magic and even the minds of mortals. They claim to be the protectors, but even they have been divided into the Enakan, Guardians of Light and the Ekorath, Guardians of Darkness, and likewise many countries began to worship them as gods, and also declared themselves beings of light or darkness. But nobody remembers the world before the guardians, nor before the war.

The Great War, its name varies from country to country, but every 500 years when the moon is dyed red, mortals are called to the island of Muthrad to face a bloody battle, The Ekorath against the Enakan, Light against darkness and whoever wins will determine the fate of the world for the next 500 years. Thus, many have become accustomed to this cycle of violence, and don't even wonder why they should shed their blood in that twisted show.

A man walks through a rainforest, covers his body with a cloak, this also hides his face and only a soft light brown beard that covers his chin can be noticed. He cross over the swamp that the water has forged next to the fertile land and enters an old cabin. The few furniture of the place have a careless and dusty appearance, the mold has taken over the edges of the walls. He reaches the living room, near a fireplace whose embers have not been lit for a long time, takes out a gleaming, golden and well-elaborated key and uses it to open a drawer in a cabinet, he carefully takes an object wrapped in a cloth.

He hears a noise and quickly looks out the window, protecting the object between his clothes, after making sure that nobody has followed him places the object in the center of the room and carefully unwraps it. Soon a mask is revealed, quite simply, it only has the holes of the eyes and two red lines that cross vertically through them. The place shudders and the mask is wrapped in a magical flow that ends up taking the silhouette of a being, it is difficult to know if it is a man or a woman, a human or an elf.

- Master. - says the man - we have lost another.

- Our mission is greater than an object, a being, a relic - says a voice that echoes throughout the cabin. It is not like the mask will speak, rather as if that voice manifests directly in the mind.

- There's someone chasing us, I'm sure.

- Many have persecuted us through the years, countless people and organizations, and will continue to do so until we fulfill our mission.

- What does you order me now, Master?

- Continue with your search, we need those brave people, with special talents who want a change in the world, who wish to fight the evil that has us prisoners and finally one day, end the War of the Red Moon.

- So it will be done.

- Someday, we can get out of the shadows, someday, nobody will have to hide, nobody will fear, because everyone will be free, the world will finally be able to follow its normal course without being tied to this interminable infernal cycle.

- Be careful Master, our enemies lurk.

- I know how to take good care of myself, it's you who need help, I've asked Lonfernatt to help you, He'll arrive soon with his new student.

- You mean the vampire?

- You must not be afraid, when the moment of freedom comes, all beings will be equal.

The magic disperses and the mask falls back on the old boards. the man wraps it and puts it again in the drawer, closing it with his key. then he turns and leaves the place.