The horns blew loud and clear, slowly her men marched to the west.
For years they awaited this moment, to reclaim that was theirs.
Proudly they marched trough the swamps knowing they were blessed
but still they hoped that the God's heard their prayers.

Anima drew closer and closer, until she was standing at the gates.
However divine she was, she knew that Drake could not be beaten bare handed.
Fiercely she she stood still while her army were in desperate straits.
She knew that fifty years ago, her ancestors had here stranded.

The sieges stormed the main gates, but Drake was prepared for this visit.
Brave Dragon Knights flew over the high city walls and surrounded her men.
Flanked from all the sides Anima´s hope was lost for a bit
but being a God herself, she transported Drake and herself to the glen.

While her men fought with the dragons where only death was at then end,
Anima stood before Drake. Straight in they eyes they looked at each other.
The two forces of evil knew, the one solution was to blend
both destinies, before death could victimize an other.