The prophecy was true. One of us did venture beyond our borders. One of us did return. Not only did he return but he brought companions,ones that fit the prophecy perfectly. Now, we face war. Now, we face the corrupt whom are unwilling to change. Now, the hard part begins. Now, is time for war. We can't avoid it, we can't run from it. Instead we will face it head on. We will rise. The stories we were told as children will become true. The elder's weren't lying. Change is coming, and we are greeting it like an old friend.

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.