He was the fearsome warrior known as Thakrul. Although he was mostly a coward, when he fought, he always won. A strategist at mind, he chose the greatest battles and forgot about the uninteresting civil wars.

But time was consuming him and his race too fast. In a blink of the eye he was already an elder. Only months passed, but his time had came.

Right before he closed his eyes for the last time, he saw the horde of his descendents rallying towards the impassible enemy.