deep and low voice

Two hundred years ago, Erek, king of Lorner had made a mistake that would change the course of the world forever. Only one kingdom stood, peace and happyness all throughout its streets and people. Tough his longing for knowlege only increased with every answer and accomplishment. One day he had mysteriously come across a scroll that was not from this world. He could feel it.

Ahndor, one of the six elder dragons and Ereks closest friend warned him. "This scroll, Erek. It must be destroyed!"

But the king shared him no attention. Something had already started to develop deeply inside his mind. Uncontious, he continued researching and the result was...

A gate to another world.

One day, Ahndor, who usually always kept a protective eye on the great city, was far away to scavange for food and potential danger. But when he came back, disaster had already struck. Foul humanoid creatures, some small and some gigantic, some with visible bones barely alive stormed out of the kings chambers wich he had often inclosed himself to his experiments and studies. Ahndor was quick to order the dragons. "Take everyone and fly away to the other continents! Lorner is forlorn."

After that, he went to where it all came from. But it was too late. A portal constructed from cold stone led seemingly unending amounts of those beings through, the king dead benith their steps.

It hurt Ahndor to see it. His close friend to die. This mysterious outwerworldly effect had made the dragon without his knowlege sicker, weaker and sadder. The last determence he gathered then would be the wnd of it all. He fowed it to everyone. And with that, Ahndor formed a mountain atop Lorn, making the first kingdom Ereks grave that he would guard for the rest of his miserable and corrupted live.