The stars had shone brightly on him long ago,
In the days of his glory.
The most valiant fighter among men, he had been, the fastest and strongest and devoid of sin.
Upon one summer eve, when all nature was at peace with itself, he set out on a great quest - to slay the mighty Delf.
Delf, the master of demons, whose eyes they say had been filled with an unquenchable fire.
He reigned in a secret land, of which nothing was known. Crueler than all the evil on the earth, and darker than the darkest of eyes, he was the embodiment of fear. Many men had he mercilessly thrown into his pits and prisons. And many among them had he enslaved to his will. But the man that now journeyed to his door brought with him the intent to punish Delf for his sins.
Through all the cities he rode, in search of men brave enough to cast their eyes upon Delf's hell-forged abode.
He rallied to his side the mightiest and bravest of warriors willing to fight against the beast
Nine hundred and sixty set off with him,
Through deserts dry and mountains high they journeyed
Till, in time, they reached the soulless place that Delf named his home.
In their homes fathers prayed, wives wept, children cried,
On fate they awaited
They feared their loved ones would die or be enslaved in Delf's prison
But two months to the day they left, the warriors returned.
They had made the journey, but their courage had departed when the palace of Delf was in sight, and they had all fled. All save the hero who was left to fight alone.
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