You are lost in a forgotten forest. The smell of rain surrounds your nose. The humidity is unbearable. You know you must find shelter soon. It's hopeless you thought, you will never make your way back to civilization. But you cling to your goal. You're searching for something, anything that can help you gather information of a forgotten past.

As you fight through the vicious foliage you come upon a raggedy structure, stones weathered lost to time, the skeleton of ancient watch towers, shattered stone and ancient sand mix with the green plants of the jungle. You inspect the ruined structure and find a sign covered in earthy mud and the dark dirt. Cleaning it off you make out the words 'Xenthos'.

As you venture deeper you see old stone and golden statues dirty from age, you see glittering jewels and the remains of a wealthy society. But strangely. There are no bodies. You venture deeper.

You wonder the halls of this ancient structure, the ground beneath you is exquisitely carved from black stone. The cracks in the ground beneath you seem fresh, but the treasure continues to decorate the walls. If this was a wealthy site, you find it strange that jewels still decorate the halls and statues.

Finally you reach an old wooden door. It seems the door only survived because of the metal bands the decorate it. As you inspect it, it begins to crumble.

What is this place you wonder. Who lives here?

As you step through the rubble of the aged door, you come into a chamber. The floor surrounding you lights up as if by magic, the walls decorated in shimmering painted frescos if many images, so detailed, but yet so hard to read, the language is unfamiliar, written in spirals.

You turn to the center of the room, a large tree stands tall, and surrounding it, odd plants and a strange silvery metal, the tree had many branches, and the leaves were colored in various blues and greens.

You feel a pull, drawing you closer to the tree. As you get closer your heart races.

"So someone enters this sacred place" a withering ancient voice echoes through your mind.

You draw closer to the tree, stopping as you see a silhouette emerge from the trunk. His skin seemed to be decorated by the bark, his long gray beard braided, twisting down to his feet. His raggedy old tunic appeared to fuse with the tree itself. His eyes glow like sapphire jewels. It was almost as if he was part of the tree.

"Come child." The man's ancient voice called out to you, his mouth unable to move, "a story I have, a tale I must share, for it is you who have found me, even after countless years"

You say nothing, giving the ancient shell of a man your full attention.

"Ah ages it's been familiar with the song of Deimos, and the legend of Keenio as well" you feel his scanning your mind, "but there are many heroes between them, and many tales to share."

You listen to his voice as you fall into a trance, focusing on his calming ancient ragged voice.

"Many a tale I can share, for more champions other than Keenio or Deimos exist," you feel him smile, "and many tales of their companions as well, sit now dear sweet child, as I tell you the many tales forgotten in time, overshadowed by Keenio and Deimos both."