There was once an group of five empires. All together, forever allied. The world, once free of corruption and darkness.. Until a scout, under the name of Drake stumbled upon an ancient protal. After the ground caved in on him he stood in a dark old room. The moist air seemed odd to him, but it made sense with the place being covered in over-grown vines. cobwebs hung from the cracks and holes of the celling and walls. He looked around the dark room. four tunnels.. "It was dark and scary."- he rote in his report all But one, casted an eerie glow on the walls of the tunnel. He struggled to get up; still wobbly from the fall he'd token. He started toward the dark hall. Silently, foot by foot he crept on, until reaching the corner. He took the right. The sudden change in the light blinded him. His black eyes tear up. His curly-black hair looked blond in the light. he wiped off his eyes and squinted into the light. his eyes finally adjusted to the light. there was a old stair case leading to a fragile frame handing above a bit. Two empty holes where at two sides of the frame. It seemed fancy. He then took two of his pearls and plopped them in the holes for fun. but as soon as he placed the second pear.. The frame suddenly blew on him; blasting him into the wall. Drake groaned in the pain. He opened his eyes and looked at the frame- it was a portal. ready to be used. He then grabbed his helmet (blasted off) and put it on and took off. He ran down the old tunnels back into the room. Climbing out of the vines out of the room. He ran back to his home empire- Seneratiton empire. (Sen-Er--ter-air-e-an) He then gave his report to the head-scout.