...And under the blue sky there was a green land, whose people did not know the power of cold iron, but created their weapons from stone and wood. And Sacred Trees grew on that land, one of which once a year gave the winner of the tournament its flesh - a sacred club. And when that club sprouts a green leaf, the Marked One becomes the Chosen One. And the Trees revealed their prophecy to the Chosen One: a scarlet thread of blood connected his life with the life of the cruel magician who ruled this land. Only when the hero's blood is shed will the ruler go into the Darkness...