PROLOGUE

Real men are those who display action rather than words and in them reside the ability that is only special to them and them only. This individualistic character shapes their own self and the environment they are in. In this world, great leaders were men with high ambitions longing for one goal conquering the whole world. For those kinds of man their life were imbued with great luck but different from a lone man walking along the pavement. A solemn atmosphere surround the young man who based on his appearance was in his early 20s, dressed in black color clothes he was wearing a white lab coat on top of it. A medical student who out of his bad luck he was been chewed by the doctors. Lady luck wasn’t really by his side as he was always tormented by his bad luck and this time he was at fault because of another person mistake, just remembering it was painful to the mind of this unfortunate young man. As despair dwells upon him, he slowly drags his feet with an emotionless face that hide his wounded heart. With his mind at the breaking point, he unleash a shriek of sadness towards the sky. Releasing the pent up sadness and anger toward fate, his curse his own life while shouting

‘arghhhh!!!!! Give me power!!!!!!’

As the shout surround the young man, a white light envelope him and in the blink of an eye he vanished as the shout also disperse from the scene where he stand.

END

Blinking his eyes upon the starry night, the young man was confused seeing upon the change of scene. Surrounding him was people wearing robes while chanting a language that he could not understand. The room that he was in was inscribed with glowing writing that wasn’t familiar to his eyes. Even with a moderate amount of knowledge he was still bewildered by these glowing writing and this space he currently reside in exhibit a weird atmosphere, unbeknownst to him it was the change of content of this world air and his original world. Beside him were two others that look distraught like him. A young man with a Caucasian ethnicity and a woman also with Caucasian ethnicity, then he stared toward the front looking at a person that was walking directly toward them while presenting a welcoming gesture. His looks was those seen in medieval time that resemble a noble that no less a king. A crown sit on top of his heads with a robe decorated with expensive looking jewels worned by the old but strong looking man. He greets us with a smile while explaining the situation that was currently unfolding.

‘ooo summon heroes from the other world, I, King Balin welcome you to the Kingdom of Loredon’ after the greeting he order his steward to guide us to another room that looks more like the throne hall. At the side line there were people looks like nobles whispering among each other while setting their eyes upon us entering the hall. Directed by the steward three of us stand side by side at the back of the King Balin. He approaches the podium and introduces us to the nobles who then cheer out of excitement. Thereafter he arbitrarily explain the situation that the his country was on. Based on a prophecy that was instill and pass down through folklore and children’s stories it was now proven to be true, as the three of us have come to this world. The prophecy goes,

‘three light will bring calamity or good fortune to those who wield it with their own resolve, each and every kingdom will hold this light and battle for supremacy. In the end light and dark will collide with each other and shake the whole world, the one who triumphs will rule them all and gained unimaginable wealth and power for centuries beyond measure’

In the young man heart it was a dumb prophecy, the line itself was full of bullocks and bullshit. Is this world really that primitive to casually believe this kind of nonsense but then something struck his heart.

‘this prophecy has been given to us by the one and only oracle of this world who is known as Mithrandir the Messiah. The prophecy has last more than a thousand years with each and every details of it was preserved to this fated day promise by our one and only oracle’

The young man stumped after hearing the name Mithrandir, his thought was racing trying to identify the name that he seems familiar with. Then it came to him it was the name known as Gandalf the Grey a character well known in the fantasy world of middle earth made Tolkien. But it was impossible to believe that this ‘Mithrandir’ is the same as the one he known as. Pushing his thought aside, he continue to listen to the prattle of the old king.

‘ we now will commence the right of the heroes to our three lights, using the ancient artifact of statws darian we will see the strength of our light’

A typical ceremonial right for the heroes that will salvage this nation, his thought was laid back thinking it was only a simple ceremony but to his despair it was a shocking revelation. King Balin bring forth a bowl decorated by gems and ornament and putting it on top of the pedestal in front of him. He then shout with a tone full of enthusiasm

‘let us commence the ceremony by presenting our first light’ gesturing toward the blond man with blue eyes. He confidently walk up straight to the pedestal. Unknown to the young man, this part of his new life in the strange world of sword and magic would shock his belief, his courage and his logic and the man walking to the pedestal would also be the one to block his path of domination of conquering his rotten luck. May the god give grace to our young man and helping him achieved the success that he deserved.