The fantastic and magical land of Myrosia has existed since the dawn of time. Forever beautiful, this magical kingdom is home to many - that of equines both with and without horns or wings, of wolves, and of mighty dragons. In the beginning there was harmony among the races. The species stood united as comrades locked in the poetic progression of moon and stars for centuries. But things would not be this way forever. As evil so often seems to do, it snaked its way into Myrosia like a silent serpent and things would never be the same.