A land far away, off the maps, existence of which the earthlings are unaware of, lies a mystery covered in the dust of time waiting to be solved...

A white eagle flying in the clear crimson skies circled the cold desert beneath where an army marched through the whirlwind of the icy sands. One glance at them was enough to tell that they were looking for trouble. Dressed up in blood red uniforms, they had a bloodthirsty glint in their eyes. Alright, maybe that was just one young black-haired boy.

In any case, they were up to no good.

'Stop slacking off, you idiots! We still have a long way to go', the boy yelled at the army with him.

They all groaned, complained and cursed at him. He could feel a thousand glares stabbing his back. It didn't matter to him what these soldiers thought about him, they were of no importance to him. After all, he was soon going to get what he wanted.

'This time for sure, I am going to kill him', he muttered to himself, evilly. He thought no one heard him, but unfortunately unbeknownst to him, someone did.

That someone looked towards the dark blue colored domes that could be seen in the distance in anticipation, as they all marched without a single break towards their enemy...