There was a faint breeze that morning that brought the scent of rain and... was that the smell of lilacs? Mornings never seemed to start out this peaceful so as the folk of Falzur awoke, they felt something warm their core. Little did they know that the Ancients had granted the fine people of Falzur their one wish -- salvation.

Perched on the very edge of town on one of those looming walls the dictator constructed sat a man with hair as pale as snow by the name of Saren. His two-toned orbs blinked slowly as he overlooked the city below. Drawing in a long breath, he turned his attention to the shimmering, dancing cloud of smoke at his side.

"Soon, Wepawet." He brushed his tanned hand over the smoke and it soon took the shape of a jackal-like creature. "The Ancients said come the morning of the pink sky," his eyes adverted up toward the warm, pinkish glow above him, "they will receive their holy gifts."

Not wanting to squander the view, he kicked back on the wall and rolled his arms under his neck. "Might as well bask in her glory while we wait for the recruits to arrive."

That night, seven unsuspecting souls were gifted the powers of the Seven Ancients, Guardians of the Land of Falzur. While they slept, their bodies were engraved with the marks of their Ancient-counterpart and their veins soon pulsed with a power unlike any other. An item or weapon, whatever it may be, would also appear around their necks or in their hands so when they awoke, they would known something was afoot.

As they eventually open their eyes and gasp at what's before them, their item would glow and soon fill the room with the color of their Ancient. Words would sing to them the lullaby of the legends, letting them know that they were granted with a gift previously known to be too holy for mankind to hold.

With each word spoken, they would draw a step closer to their destiny and soon realize they were the hero their city needed. Upon accepting (there is no rejecting), they would be told to weave their way past the guards and seek out the outer wall. There, they would find a man clan in gold and white who would teach them to fight.

Only, when the young heroes finally drew close to his location, the Ancient by the name of Saren would hide away into the shadows. Now was not the time for him to reveal himself for the first test of being a hero was knowing to follow one's heart. When the seven do arrive before his wall, they will meet his familiar, Wepawet, who will silently guide them to the next phase of their training -- courage.