DEATH TO THE USURPER

The Dragon banner stood proudly over palace. The kingdom was united. The long rebellion of the Mage and Fighter Guild are over. Everyone was under our power.

In rows the rebels walk under the watchful eye of the banner. They came to swear loyalty to their new masters.

My father was the high king. The kingdom flourished.

Large wooden throne dominated the room. Underneath the two detail carved eagles sat a man tall and strong, with the coldness of the realm in his eyes. His armor shines.

From the Northern parts their came a man who claimed that he was the long lost descendant of King Gismond.

A weak man with a chin curtain appeared from the rows.

He challenged my father to a duel, while I watched from the ramparts.

With sorcery and deceive he defeated my father.

I had no other choice but to flee.

A year passed until I assembled my army.

He had twice as many men but mine were battle hardened.

Swords cling, warriors fall.

I was fifteen when I challenged him, my first duel and my first battle, we won.

His army was entirely destroyed.

Shortly after the battle I found where his wife and children were hiding with the rest of his family.

I wished them all a happy voyage to the Maker