Northern Conflicts

Introduction

In the beginning, there were five worlds. Micralanza (pronounced My-kra-lan-za) was an eager world, their bloodshed knew no bounds. Thritia, later known as the Thritian Clan, was peaceful and just. Anzula (pronounced An-su-la) this world loved to do things that were impossible to the people from other worlds. Vllnzeña (pronounced Bin-se-nia) loved and practised the art of war. Lastly, but by no means the least Janigtollo (pronounced Han-ig-toe-yo) the oldest of the five worlds, the peacekeepers. Each world had its laws but no one would dare to shed the blood of another land native; especially not with Janigtollo around. Unfortunately, this peaceful land only lasted for 200 years before it was mysteriously cut down.

Rumours started up and the next thing you know is worlds started disappearing and only two worlds were left to fight Micralanza and the Thritian Clan. Sadly, Micralanza took advantage of the Thritian Clan's peacefulness and slaughtered as many people they could find, and it did not matter if they were in their houses sleeping or even on the battlefield. Micralanza later earned the name of the land of War; this made them proud to be murderers. The war lasted for several years before the people of the Thritian Clan became nomads. They found refuge in one of their enemy's villages, but word travelled faster than usual and as they tried to flee with their lovers and children they became slow and vulnerable. Micralanza once again took advantage of this and attacked, killing many families in the process even the original people of the village. Thankfully some people were able to get away.

The king of the land of war loved souvenirs, so after every battle he would take back as many things as possible. While rummaging through the ruins his men stumbled upon a cradle surrounded by dead bodies and burnt buildings. They went a little closer to it; only to see a baby a few weeks old covered in blood. Surprise, it's alive but the soldier did not care he raised his sword with the intentions of killing the child, but he was stopped. The king had driven his sword through the heart of his own soldier and as he fell to the ground the baby laughed. All the other men were shocked not only did their comrade die by the hands of their king, but a baby laughed at his death. The king gave a chuckle and said" Here we have a survivor, a brave soul who laughs in the face of danger and were you all going to watch as such a beautiful soul was taken?" The solider started to look uneasy, but the king continued "I like this child and its parents may be dead, so it is now mine for the taking."