Erik was a high ranked soldier in King Alfred’s army. Soon expected to be the ruler of Norfolk after his stepfather and lead the war against Viking invaders. He looked different than his people in Norfolk. Fight different, spoke different. Even though people had respect for him, he always felt like an outsider there. He didn’t remember anything about his past and all he had that can be called as memories were mere fragments from his nightmares. A village was being plundered. Burned, to the ground. He would wake up to the screams he heard. Then one night, his nightmares changed. Instead of hearing screams at the end, he started to see a dark cloaked figure instead. Calling him to an Island. In the middle of nowhere. It looked like an ordinary Island but the sky was red. Lightnings were flashing all over the place. As he drawn closer to the Island, he noticed that there was a black dragon flying around the Island and more giant dark figures in the distance. He then decided to find this place and took a short leave from his duties without explaining the real reason behind it. His long-time friend was a ship captain and agreed to search for this place together. After a long journey, they finally found the place…