Moonlight shone on the boulders of the mountaintop. The wind whistled through the few trees that dared to try and survive in the barren, rocky world atop Dragoncall, the tallest mountain of Eralia.

"Stop!". The shout echoed feebly through the mountain. "Help!". The calls continued. "There is no hope. Admit it.". A new voice, deeper, more evil.
"I won't. I won't admit it... because it's not true!"

"Your stubborness won't help you now. No matter the burden I have to bear, I will destroy you. You and your stupid prophecies!"

"No!", came the call again, "Sto-". Suddenly, a flash. A cry of fear, and the caller was gone.