Before there was light...before there was life...back when everything was a cold black void...there came along The Ancients...

These beings were born with their only thought being to create and express themselves. They utilized the power of imagination to form the gods, forge the lands, and bring the light of creative to this empty canvass of a void. Soon however, many began to feel lonely, feeling they couldn't relate or understand each other, and so...thus began the birth of the first monsters...creatures of fantasy and imagination brought to life through their power to be their friends.

As the first age went by however...the darker side of the ancients began to show...they started to fight each other from the pettiest of reasons to the most vile of reasons. Their greed for themselves would result in taking too much from each other, and their hatred for others would result in attacking their friends. Wars began to rage out, wars they thought would be the last, only for another to be declared. And then came along one final war...one of pure blind rage that they promised this time would be the true last...

And then they were gone...extinct...no more ancients left in the world...the monsters were now alone...

...alone...expect for one boy...a boy who stood tall above the ashes and with his courage, strength, and wisdom, unified the monsters together, gave purpose to the gods, and made the monsters the rulers of this world...

Perhaps the monsters could lead their new world in a better direction than their creators ever did...atleast...that was their hope...