In a time that has long since passed there lived once a man of great import. His influence over the people in the country in which he resided was so great that upon his death there was such a state of mourning as to cause the weather to bend its will and blow nothing but rain towards the country of Amidea, to fit the overall dour mood.
While the country was in its state of great mourning there were fources in the neighboring county gathering in order to conquer Amidea. Leading the opposing country was a ruthless man with a vulture-like curved nose and a personality that would make even a mercenery look as if they were as pure as the fresh fallen snow. He towered in his keep ploting to plunder the unsuspecting country.
In a small village near the borderlands is where we find our hero. A youth of two and twenty who dreamed of nothing more than to be a shepard and running his fathers farm. Unsuspecting as he was, fate, as it oft does had other plans for him. His troubles all began on the day of the late great mans son gaining control of the crown. Since the man, who had died was of such a great influence and the king had never produced an heir, the son, Ralf, gained control. (in an aside: what that has to do with the young boy, I don't know) Hence I think that I will stop here and leave the story hanging. Not that anyone is going to care.
 Fireformed · Sat Feb 09, 2008 @ 08:28am · 0 Comments |
