Years have passed by ever since he came. A man, a tyrant, came out of the blackness into our world said the storytller so long ago. He came to devour our lands and people, our freedom he had also said.

"How long has it been before i was even born?" asked Aesalthas. "It was around fifty years before you were born he arrived in our once, peaceful lands" responded his teacher.

It was two days before Aesalthas was born that the offenders had defeated the defenders of the land, Faergalion. They were scowered over the next year. Soon they had all gathered in the only shelter they could find that was not in use, the mountains. They were a dangerous place if you knew not what you were doing. They were said to be the largest in the world, the peaks surpassing the cloud level.

Today Aesalthas turns thirty-six, the day something terrible would happen. A messenger from the king over the stolen lands had come. They had thought that the defenders had died out so they had not one clue of who they truly were. The new kingdom had named themselves Raminas.

"I come to bring you decrees from the mighty lord over the land, King Aerxeths!" said the messenger. "What do you seek in our lands messenger?" said Aesalthas, he was the last of his family to be king over the kingdom, the city he reigned in was Tirthinas. "All that we require are resources, out lands are vast and we run low at times, we see it as a token of your submission seeing that you will not oppose us like others have tried and failed. We do not seek blood between us." states the messenger. "So, what you are saying is that we become your great kings slaves, is that it?" opposed Aesalthas. "No! No! I told you we do not seek any blood between us, just that you will be submissive to our great king, if you could just provide us with that then we shall be at peace, but choose your words carefully, this choice could be defeat for your people." responded the frightened messeger. Aesalthas thought hard and long. He knew if he said yes none will die. He chooses his fate and says "Tell your king he faces people who will not live under a tyrant!"

As they watched the messenger and his bodyguard storm away Aesalthas thought was this the right thing to do for my people? A horn was soon blown, a gathering of the people of Tirthinas gathered in the center of the city. Aesalthas steped high upon the platform to gain the attention of his people. He clears his voice and speaks loud and clear "War has come my people, we face tyrany...and possibly anniahalation. However do not be in dismay, we have fought this tyrant for many years, even before i was born! We had lost against this great enemy, but now is the time we fight one last time! This time they die! We will win our freedom!" roared Aesalthas. The people cheered him on. "This must come with a cost however, war is never a time for joy, the cost must be blood! It is a sad time when people must abandon there families to die for their freedom, but in the end, defeat or victory, it is worth it. Why you may ask, because all will know, that a small rebellion stood against a vast empire for their Freedom!" Aesalthas finished. The people's hearts were his as they ended the day.

The next morining the king strolled to the barrack. "For this war we will need all that we have, send your scouts across our land to recruit and tell of our time of need." he said to his faithful captain, Quesandar. "I have fought alongside you for many years, and now it continues eh ol' friend?" sneered he. "Indeed my good man, were we fight we will need most of our men, our first battle will be vital." said Aesalthas. "Where shall that be sire?" asked the captain. "The plains of Pelthenor, were we fell to the power of the tyrant king."

This seems very interesting. I'd like to get further into it, keep it up!