Prologue: The cave was dark and wet. Nyran was but seven, and already experiencing a drastic change in status quot. He was leaving his home that he had his whole life. Upon the turmoil of the governmental body, there was mass consensus to leave it entirely, the King seemingly abandoned them. When Nyran beheld the new world on the other side of the cave, he was in wonder. He was not alone. All around, humans, drakes, and Beast men all shared in his wonder. The silver moon shone its glorious silver light upon them, the fresh breeze chilled them in the most wondrous of ways, and the forests, deserts, lakes of this land called out to them.
This lasted for the night, with much celebration. In the morning, the people were awakened by the Golden light of the Sun. In its wake, arguing broke out, and a once united people went their separate ways. One man stayed on this beach, and used it to found his Kingdom. This was Jalis, the Burning Heart. His red hair was still just as radiant as before, despite not having his power anymore. He founded Casterrix. He saw many brave warriors who followed him, and created an order of Knights. Among them, seven years later, sat Sir Nyran. Another Five years after that, Jalis was killed in battle most horrifically by the savage forces of Lord Zattiri. By sheer chance, Nyran was made king, randomly selected by the order. Nyran sent Heralds riding past the ranks, sending word to other countries that there was to be a meeting in Haven, to discuss the disorder of this world. Now he stood in its borders, waiting.