The Love of a Lifetime

A Beautiful World

Phaegiia, The Imperial City. A city where all race are welcome. From Man to Elves, and Elves to Dwarves. Originally home to Ïrlnors sent down from Val' Haren; now the home for countless numbers of legends who rose and fell as those who once did from the throne. However, in recent years the restored balance to the lands of Miithi'kos has shut the need of any heroes to fend off creatures of other Kingdoms.

Legends hold that the great Imperial City herself stood against the dark forces in ancient times. Slaying every foul creature back to the deepest depths of Ïrth; forever banishing the Dark Lord off the face of Miithi'kos. Centuries later, another Evil would rise from the shadows bearing the banner of the first Dark Lord to carry out what was left undone. To feast upon the light of the living; corrupting the balance of what the Ïrlnors has set forth from Val' Haren to Miithi'kos. And that one day, during the battle of what's known to be the end of the Great War, rumor has it that leader of the Dark Forces, Archdemon Baüldr, vanished through thin air.

Citizens of Miithi'kos had lived on, in peace from destruction and chaos from the evil forces under the Dark Lords. Ages passed and still no sign of any orcs or goblins. Until recent news bearing that villages had been burnt down to ashes with unidentified aggressors. They leave no trace of any kind behind. All guards stationed in every village were found to be nowhere. It's as if they were slain and snatched away; hidden from eyes around.

It is Dawn 9:40, Moründas,15th of Mäch, Springfield, 5:212 Prosperity. The first sight of nature's first bloom. The trees birth green leaves. Animals crawling out of their holes and ditches to seize the sun's gaze. A new beginning is rising after a long gruesome Frostfall. In the Age of Prosperity, there brings an end to the Fourth Age. An age when women ruled over men. Reining their strength and power across every corner of Miithi'kos; until a sudden movement was made and caused its downfall. And to the far east, travels a young boy. A boy said to be orphaned since birth from beyond the Ancient Wall of Shu. The boy's attraction to his journey must be liberty and opportunities given to anyone of any age in Phaegiia; the Imperial City that lies within the Algör Valley. Coming up just a few yards, he spots a figure. Can't reply much on blurry visions but it seems to be living. As he steps closer his curiosity begins to arouse from within. And just as his eyes clears up cloudy thoughts his heart pounds faster with each taken step. Such long hair floating through mid air as the winds strides through the skies.

He begins to take notice of this figure; clearing up to be another person. More feminine structured and so appears to be quite small. It takes notice of the boy approaching from afar, and runs off into the distant valley field. Will he take the bait? or is the end of the days for a child who'd never even felt a mother's love.