**In days long past a vast power resided on the earth, this power was inanimate, unable to decide between good and evil. Armies fought for the power day and night, night and day. The Leaders of these armies were champions of evil, and good.
The armies of Evil were led by the Great Warrior, Death. A dark shadow carrying a sickle and a possessing great powers, Death was the undefeated champion of darkness all men, orcs, minotaurs, dragons, skeletonics, and any other dark and evil creature who dared challenge him died. He killed for the sake of evil, for the sake of his dark lord, Deamon Drueda.

The armies of Good were led by the great warrior, Jeda. The Prince of Camelot. The Owner of Evil's Bane. He despised Death, more than anything. He was elected by King Arthur leader of the Aliiance of Good. A warrior of great strenght, he carried with him the Hand of Den, a mystical iron piece that made it's user impervious to almost all pain, and injury.

These were the champions of Good and Evil. The Vast Power understood none of this, merely existing for the sake of existing, a mind like a child a being of great simplicity. He observed the battle as a great show. As the two champions fought towards the child, slaying opposing warriors left and right, the child began to gain interest. The two champions made it to the center of the battle, where the child dwelled. Facing off, the two enemies charged each other. Clashing again and again. The child stopped all this the battle and the champions, giggling and making a *rule*, if a great warrior of neutrality picked a side he would release the armies and they would both be under his control.**