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Dove-a symbol of love and peace-forever soaring across the sky, a single olive leaf cradled in its gentle beak.
Yet only a trophy of peace can be born by the battles of war.
A misty, enchanted forest stretches across the center of the world, its trees dark and towering, glowing faintly with the whispers of forgotten tales. From above, a single white dove soars across the divide, wings spread wide, illuminated like a beacon against the twilight sky. On either side of the forest, the banners of Elandor and Erethon rise-Elandor's sigil a golden sunburst over silver mountains, Erethon's a crimson moon encircled by black thorns.
Elandor and Erethon, two kingdoms, two sisters, forever in inevitable rivalry.
In the shadows below, two cloaked figures-one from each kingdom-stand at the forest's edge, gazing toward the dove. Between them, the ruins of an ancient civilization, with secrets yet to be uncovered, lie buried under ivy and roots.
Peace was once a promise.
Now, it is a legend.