At the northern coast, where the ground was frozen. North wind blew, and vegetation curled at the tips and barely survived.

Tamaridu, the Centaur, crossed his arms and looked down at the stranger. The stranger was an Elf prophet Tamaridu had been searching for the past few weeks. This Elf prophet had been spreading word about something in the wilderness and northern coast which bothered him. And thus Tamaridu of the Iron Hoof Tribe tracked down the Elf prophet.

“Prophet.”

“Yes.”

“Tell me about what you’ve been saying across the land.”

“Alright. This is a prophecy soon to come true…”

The prophet began to tell the prophecy.

“In the near future, a king will come. When the king comes, a new world order will be established. Those who reign now will lose their seats, and those who freely come and go in this land will get lost.”

“A king you say.”

“Yes.”

“What is a king?” asked Tamaridu.

“Someone who everyone bows their heads to.”

“Are you talking about the chief of each tribe?”

“No. It is someone even the tribal chiefs bow down to.”

Tamaridu was the chief of a large Centaur tribe. However, he hadn’t ever bowed down to anyone before except for one exist...