Description
Once we were one. One kingdom. One king. One powerful nation. But two greedy warriors destroyed that. They shattered our empire in two. Breaking apart people. Turning a peaceful age into one of war and death. My kin went into hiding while the world was in turmoil. Peace may have come but it is shaky, resting on a blade of a sword. The true heir is out there. He will venture past our borders to be aided by a wanted, a rebel, and a mistake. They will help unite the realms into one once again. Then the heir will sit on the throne to unite us again. At least that's the legend. What we are told to believe. What 'must' be true. The only reason the elders are still living,to see an age of unity once again. But you'll see. Maybe they didn't hold on for so long for nothing. Maybe. Maybe we will live to see unity.
Beginnings (rewrite)
