A hero enters the world....

Across the lands of Nodiatis, war destruction and terror has rained heavily for the centuries past. A dark time to be in the world, not a day goes by where towns are not pillaged and burned, where innocent blood is spilled, and where beautiful women are taken against their will. Yet the seer makes a golden prophecy, a holy order that soon a hero will enter nodiatis, born a warrior to live and fight bring peace, wealth, and joy to all whom he crosses.

Years go by, and a strong man is raised by a strong family, trained for 13 years in the styles of combat, magic, and cunning. The mans name is unknown to many, yet at the age of 15 he leaves home to start saving the world. As he leaves his home town of Castille, he helps all whom he crosses. He is driven by a goal to meet the seer who made the prediction of his coming. Beasts, men, even gods themselves rise up to crush this being, this holy warrior of valor, all are quickly pushed to the earth and the young man travels on. Day after day, month after month and year after year he presses on, determined to save the world from the brink of chaos it is balanced on. He soon becomes known as the hero of the East, his old name forgotten, he is unstoppable.

In what seems like the blink of an eye, the man has fought for years, and is growing old. Finally, one dark day, the hero from the East, is ambushed. Trapped by an unholy horde of men and beasts. Fighting as hard as the hero can, slaying hundreds of evil minions, even a hero has his limits. Pushed into a corner, fighting till his last breath, poisoned blood, torn flesh, and burned skin the hero's sword drops and he falls to his knees. As he lowers his head, a noise like a bee passes his ears. He looks up to find arrows piercing every enemy that comes close, yet he sees noone. The minions in terror at this invisible foe, the push every thing they have left to kill the hero. Yet it is all futile, having seen a glimmer of hope the hero reclaims his sword, with the aid of the invisible archer, the minions perish.

Out of the trees, a woman with two dogs steps from the thicket, smiling playfully. "You must be him," she states, "the hero from the Eastern Continent." The man, in awe of this womans combat prowess and beauty, manages only to nod his head, his wounds quickly becoming evident to him. "Come then, let us clean up the blood your spilling before you die to your wounds," she says as she pulls medical supplies from her bag. The two talk and soon the man confesses his quest to find the seer, and how he was destined to save this land. The woman smiles and says, "Funny i was told i would have a hand in it from our seer." After a few days rest, the two decide to continue along together until they reach the seer. Fighting side by side, spending every minute together it is not long before the two fall in love with each other. As they pass a town, they get married and vow never to part.

As the months pass by, the journy that has taken more than 2 decades to complete, comes to an end. Standing at the gates to the town, armor covered in blood of the fallen, a sword gleaming in the light, the hero arrives at the home of the long talked about seer. He walks before him, claims to be the hero he fortold about, and must know how he is to cleanse the world. The seer smiles and eventually replies, "Ahhh so you think you are the hero, no no my son, but the hero is in this room." The man looks to his wife, but quickly the seer says, "No it is not her either my son." Both the man and the woman hopelessly confused ask the seer to explain himself. The seer says, "The child will soon be born from this woman, a child born of the heroes form the East and West, a hero that will save the world from the darkness that evelops Nodiatis." Both astonished and unbelievablely excited about their soon to be had child, the man and woman leave, and find a home in the town. After several months, a small boy is born into the world. The seer arrives on the day of the childs birth and states, "There is the hero of this world..." his last sentance before he can finally rest in peace.

For 20 years, the boy trains under his mother and father. Learning the art styles of combat, the gentle touch of archery, and the mental focus of magics. He learns to ally nature form his mother, and learns to honor himself from his father. Until that dark night, the night of the boys 21st birthday. As night falls one night in the late of spring, the village is attacked. The walls of the town surrounded by an untold number of evil soldiers. Armed to the teeth, and big enough to take on a bear by themselves, the soldiers storm the city. The heroes of old, the heroes of the East and West grab their weapons, and begin slaying. But alas, time and age has made them weaker. After an hour of constant battle, the young mans mother is stabbed through the stomach and falls. Her husband rushing to her aid, shot in the back by countless arrows, falls as she does, the hands grasp and they die. The son, until now hiding as per his fathers words, is over come with anger and rage. He rushes to his parents corpses, grabs his fathers sword, and calls to this mothers pets. In blind bloody rage, he slays minion after minion, showing no mercy, brutally slaying and dismembering enemy after enemy. Fighting until day break, the young man lets not a single enemy live and stops the invasion on the city.

As the dawn arises, the young man stands strong, glistening with blood on his armor, his fathers sword, looking like it belonged to him all along in his right hand, and his mothers 2 dogs at his sides, the young man turns to his parents corpses, blesses them, and the bodies disappear to the heavens, to the eternal resting place of the heroes of the world. A young boy, no older than 5 comes to the 21 year old freshly made soldier, and says, please what is your name, who is this man that saved our town and our familes. He looks to the boy and says, my name is no more, i claim my fathers name, you may call me Supermayne. With that the boy returns to his house, claims what he needs for his adventure, and burns it down. He no longer has a home to return to, he will fight and purge the world until it is done, then will make his own home. At the age of 21, he sets into the world, ready to destory all those who stand against him.

This is the orgin of the hero, the birth of Supermayne.