Prologue To The Story

Cold and rainy, it was. At the foot of Mount Mathog, the Aethian army of Fabius faced the the Kanwad army of Curasus. The Aethians were fifteen thousand strong, carrying Carthage's elephants to the site of battle. They had their champion, Fabius. To the Aethian men, the need to win this battle was for the bringing of glory to their motherland. But, to Fabius however, it was not just a simple patriotic cause. The prince, who was bold and rather filled with the pride his title gave him, promised not only his father, King Heraeus, but also the people of Aethos. Nevertheless, they went to battle with their eyes pointed to the opening that shone with the sun's rays. They were indeed brave. They knew for a fact that the enemies had support from great giants they encountered in the Caucasus. Yet, they persevered! The men of Fabius pushed on.

Defeat! It was inevitable. Targad, the giant tamed by the bloodthirsty Curasus was set to kill. The storm that hovered above the battleground worked with the might that Targad possesed. Fabius was struck with fear, which was unknown to his persona. Under a rock was where Fabius hid, and the fiteen thousand men were slowly destroyed by the Kanwads one by one, for their leader was under a rock. Alas, the battle ended in favor of Curasus. They earned the right to rule over Mathog.

And so the Fabians cried out, "O great kingdom of Aethos fair, you slayed the ruthless foe! Your glory was spread throughout the air, those who dwell within do know. You have lived for a thousand years, by the gods, you will a thousand more! In your midst was a man, a cowardly man he was. He did not fit within your land, he was the Aethian cross. The young Prince Fabius, son of the mighty King Heraeus. Fabius, then champion of Aethos, your sword should have crushed the enemy! So as to your legion, only child of Heraeus. But your weakness made you flee. So Curasus indeed defeated you! And the glory of Aethos too. At Mathog, the Kanwads won, For they had Targad, the beast. To you, o Fabius, did he run. Your men fought him at least, they did have swords on their sheaths. But you hid on a rock beneath. Fear was planted into your mind, Fabius. Resist is what you should have done. A warrior is brave like Adeus, not one who flees and runs. You know you are afraid. To go back is absurd. You are too late."