Prologue - Van Canto

Harmony was broken.
The Five that should have been one became divided, each reverting to its own nature. Only as the evil of Fifth was
realised, did the Four shape the world one last time. But their power was too great to be unleashed without
balance.
Harmony was broken.
But the echoes of the World Song can still be heard. And through this the Four found their champions, calling them
together. The elements would have scoured the world and made it devoid of life, had not the Bard's Call checked
their terrible power.
Much was lost that day. But the World was won. The Fifth fell into the depths of the world, body rent asunder, mind
broken. But even out of the defeat of the Fifth, a new hope arose. Eight lands, blessed and cursed by his power.
Harmony was broken.
And yet peace returned. The Fifth defeated, the Four withdrew. What had been wild and mutable became solid. History
unfolded, the mortal races made the world their own, as was ordained.
The Fifth slipped into legend, the Four became myths. Both treachery and sacrifice nothing more than stories.
Stars, dancing through the night's sky.
But I remember. For I can hear the songs of the wind, in the waves, in the cackling of flames, rising from the very
bones of the earth. What has been forgotten may become known again. What lies hidden may be revealed. What sleeps
may wake. And with it all its terrors.
Harmony was broken.
And still the songs endure. I shall sing of the Five, of the return of the Fifth, or evil old and unimaginable.
I shall sing to mortal hearts and heavens alike.
I shall sing - with a Voice of Fire!