Golden fur, black spots, blue wings, eagle talons.
We are the Cheetah-dragon-eagles.
Once we were ruled by a great and powerful leader by the name of War-fighter. We were victorious in every battle. Neither the Winged- Lions, nor the Crystal dwellers dared to seek our revenge.
But like others, we do not live forever, soon our wonderful leaders life, was at its end. Our last battle ever fought, was the terrible sickness that claimed so many of our lives. This time, we did not win.
Our rightful land is now claimed by the Winged- Lions.
And so we are scattered, though out the planet known as Airrock. Sadness clokes the earth like a waiting storm. And that storm will soon rise. A band of rebales is forming, with anyone who wishes to fight, and keep fighting, until we take back what is ours or parish trying.
That is where I come in.
I am deputy of this small group of freedom fighters, so that is what we are called: The Freedom Fighters.
Together, it is our name, our thought, and our destiny.
So yet another choice comes about thy: join them? Or us.
It is not an easy decision, but an important one at that.
One day that storm will come, and we , all of us, have got to be ready.