7.4.10

Once apon a time...
there was a kingdom. A kingdom vaguely remembered by the wandering warrior who left so many years ago. But the wind carried something of old. As if its memory lay in its scent. The first night in many where the night air lacked the taste of salt. Something fresh, youthful about this land. Yet, the night wind carried sadness on its wing. The sun set on the cantref as it always has done. But tonight the people gathered. And the kingdom await in silence.
5 thrones,
4 princesses
and a pyre...
This land of two tongues stood united since the crossing of the seas. But now it lay in ruin. Not ax nor sword, no plague or famine could destroy what was built, for the foundations of this beautiful Kingdom was strong. How could words on paper kindle the flames of destruction and devastation. Civil war took to the land. "Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean." -Shakespeare. But all is not lost. This kingdom may be broken. But there is still an emerald flame that burns bright. Hope. Far in the distance our young warrior stands tall. She carried this hope on her shoulders to a new land. Here there lives the memory of a great banfaith. The eldest. The bravest. 그리고 지금 가장 싶었어요. 전 단지 힘을으로 용감 찾을 수있는 경우였다 는걸 잊었나.
Now it is my duty to protect all of those in the the realm.
Now is the time to live.