Prologue

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Forever will Artsotska be forever remembered as a progressive and proud nation. They never gave up when war occurred. 18,673,540 people died and more that twice the amount were scared by the great war. But no longer was the nation called Artsotska, rather it would be known as the so great Norriandian Empire.

It was a rainy night in Beogradë. A young women was running home in the urban mass to avoid the rain. She ran past the intersection and turned to an alley way. She turned to a door then unlocked it to open it. She closed the door behind her, but as soon as she put her things down she heard the sound of a gun being pointed at her.

She put her hands in the air very slowly.

"Who are you," she asked.
"We are the Éllkorr Rebels, which you are a part of, correct?"

She knew by their presence she violated the rule and had to die.

"You came to execute me for my belief in him?" She knew what the answer would be.

"Unfortunately. I'm sorry Liu. But it's Jennie's orders."

It would be the end of it for her. There was no escape for her.

"Make it quick, please." There was a bit of hesitation in the man.

One day... he will defeat that peril of an emperor. She closed her eyes with tears and joy as the gun was fired.

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