Prologue: The Present

In a deep cavern, racked with cliche bones and horrible torn apart carcasses, the modern day government of the nation of Rathar meets. Assembled at the table are the most important luminaries of the nation- authors, artists, government figures. As they settle down into quiet banter amongst themselves, a cart is wheeled in. From the cart a projector whirs as a small hunched over figure steps into the room with an echo.

"Sir," a suit-clad figure says as those in the room rise, "What have we been called for?"
"That, my friend, will be obvious in a second. Please be seated. As you all well know, we are at war with two fronts. This is potentially a damaging situation. This war comes from the recent advent of a Time Machine (To put it simply).
"This began when a team of Political, Artistic, and Scientific persons were chosen to venture to the future. What they found there did not bode well for Rathar. Three races," The projector beams the image of three very different people- one with great glowing eyes and very close to the humans of today, a normal human without the glowing eyes, and a winged angel-faced being.
"Three races competing for control of the entire world. The first are the Phantos, a race of people with powers not unlike those ascribed to traditional evil beings in most mythologies. The second are normal humans, such as ourselves. The third are the Angels, who preach light and goodness while waging a constant war against the Phantos and Humans, as they constantly attempt to use their superior technology to convert all people to their religion.
"Our agents returned and briefed us on the dilemma. Action began at once as covert teams infiltrated the future to find out a schism of the human race in the past caused this. The schism came from the assimilation of pagans into the commonwealth of the Catholic church during the middle ages. We also found that Elves and Dwarves, as well as many other supposed fantasy Races existed during this time. It turns out that they have gone into hiding, cooperating with each other. Even mating with each other. This, of course, eventually leads to the Phantos.
"A problem arose in our aide, however, when our investigators discovered that the Phantos and the future Humans are at war with each other for basic fear differences. Asia Major and Minor have taken in the races as a homeland, and are crossbreeding into the lines. In the present, we have attempted to contact the Phantos, but they remain secreted away until the time is right for them to return.
"In the future, we are the perpetrators of Genocide. We constantly raid Phantos villages and wage war against them openly. Sometimes with help from the Angels, if we have allied with them for the moment.
"We consulted the past eras for help, but in the past we waged a constant war against many peoples (Including ourselves) and committed many terrible genocidal crimes. Regardless of our intentions, most of the humans of the past have declared war against us. Our only allies come in the form of the Magi, of which there are only four. They are spread out across the world and do not have the resources needed to take militant actions other than defending their towers.
"Of these Magi, our most helpful is Is'rily, a Time Mage. He resides in what is now India, in the past. He is also here with us today, thanks to his time magic." With that, the man rises and points over to a wizened figure dressed in deep crimson robes.

"Thank you, Mr. President," the mage began, "and thank you, members of the consul. As you know, your war is waged in the past and the future. Unfortunately, the future races have learned of this and plan to bring the conflict to your front. That is to say, they have begun the invasion." An explosion in the corridor punctuates the point. A high ranking General lunges for an intercom, and demands an explanation. A crackle comes over the speaker, as those in the room brace themselves.

"This is Commandre Roadlor Lia of the American-Rathar region. We have brought the war back to the originators. Prepare for extermination."
"Sir, what does all this mean?" Calls the man who greeted the President.
"Isn't it obvious? We must flee to the past and to the future to prevent this event from happening."

With that the President and the Is'rily stride over to a door embedded in the ground. They open it and hop in. They motion for the others to follow. After everyone descends, the door is closed, and everything remains still for a few seconds. The entrance to the consul room creaks and jingles as some force attempts to break through. The door in the ground glows, then disappears entirely. The door opens and a tall, dark skinned female with well toned muscles bursts into the room. She surveys the scene and sits down, setting a charged plasma cannon at rest on the table. She tilts her head back, and pushes a button concealed in her uniform.

She waits for a moment, then nods "The past...Has fallen."