This is a tale from long ago. It's the tale of the first settlers of this land.
In the beginning, the people followed the spirits of good, and all was peaceful.
But that era of peace soon came to an end.
The evil Demon King rose to power, destroying everything in his path.
The spirits of good had no choice but to face him battle.
The war that ensued seemed to last an eternity, and much blood was shed.
Finally, the spirits subdued the Demon King, though they could not destroy him.
Their powers were greatly depleted.
With their remainging power, they buried the Demon King's spirit in the gorund.
They built shackles to imprison him, and a tower that acted as a lock.
These shackles cover the land to this day.
With their power drained, the spirits of good returned to the heavens.
Suddenly bereft of both demons and spirits, this land was entrusted to us.
