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''Prologue

Aundall D’Shahon speaks: I hadn’t been a part of the Daemonus Wars until I received a visitor late one night, over two centuries ago. Back then, the kingdom I held rule over was still undergoing changes in a system of ruling and government power. The kingdom was just forming into a certain form of society; a society that once was ruled by a representative of the communities of their certain kind, like harpies. King Haled Aludai, who ruled as the fourth king to the throne, established this system of government. Astimdantra, who was the first king our land ever saw, endured multiple battles for over 45 years until his unfortunate death in which placed King Datus, his son, to the throne. King Datus was a good king, but his heart wasn’t into being king, so he resigned only 35 years after his kingmanship. And so, the name of the land was named Baesil, after the first and third king. Astimdantra and his grandson Baedi, came about. Baedi organized the kingdom where his grandfather and father could not, placing into the ruling the necessity of education and the value of financial wealth. He placed value on the gold pieces and distribution of it, establishing a well working economy for the land. Haled followed him in rule to the throne. No king was as great as Haled or Baedi. No king, that is, other than my father, Hanwey. My father never had any time or experience in anything other than leading his people, until his disappearance off the northern coast lines separating the central kingdom from the Normainlands. My father died in battle protecting us from beings known as Alequins, or ‘Eastern horde’, which, when I took the throne, had known all the Alequins to be dead. Evidently they weren’t. We had received rumors stating that the Alequins were to be attacking. We didn’t’ have much more information than that. Our informant was an errand boy from the High King from one of our neighboring countryman. The king and I generally explained to each of our people that our alliance to each other is always in place when a kingdom falls to attack, despite the odds. The current status and stability of the errand boy that stood before me was exhausted and worn out. His weary travel was proof enough for me that King Arindile wasn’t only in need of my assistance, but King Arindile needed it desperately.