Prologue
The memories still haunt me. Memories of bloodshed, violence, ceaseless screaming. A horrible war set upon my kingdom by an angry basilisk army, sent by a merciless demon. A single year of seemingly never-ending death and destruction, to leave me alone at the center of it, powerless, turned to stone.
I was the seemingly the only one coward enough to look in the horrible snake's eyes and send a prayer to live.
I could still hear and see everyone, everything. My great country, one of peace and harmony, where all races worked in peace. Torn to shreds by an act of revenge, torn away by evil.
You see, I am a peryton, a winged deer, you might say. I was emperor of a great kingdom, the whole continent. That was hundreds of years ago. I am now trapped in stone, the silence and disquieting darkness my only companions. No doubt the people spread rumors of this place being cursed, written into history as one bet from a powerful Being, to a mistake from a single, idiotic peryton, causing a long chain of events that lead to everyone's demise and ceaseless war.
I have been trapped here for longer than anyone could possibly think, seeing no living thing since the silence fell. Alone with my thoughts and guilt.
That is, until the stone encasing me for hundreds of years cracked.
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The Lost King
Fantasy467 years after his petrification, King Astrom of Dynami, the empire that surrounded the whole continent, wakes up from his stone prison. Surrounded by strangers that he knows well, but cannot trust, his enemies that "killed" him in the first place...
