• "Have I made the wrong choice?"


  
• "Have I misjudged the situation? Should I have fought for my throne? Spilled the blood of my citizens for a seat I had no love for? "


  
• "Please… Answer me, God. I beg you, even if I have sinned do not forsake me or leave me in the dark, Oh my lord please tell me if this is purgatory. Shall I ever see my country again? Or am I condemned to never see its beautiful beaches and my common countryman? "


  
• "Please… Give me a sign, Oh lord…"


  

  Year 12.322 After the Founders, Summer 72.

  This day was marked by a mild mood of festivities in the Lusian Kingdom, a mid-sized feudal kingdom on the southwest periphery of the Terra Augustinia continent, for a new prince to the kingdom was born. the fourth prince Diaz Lusian Seratoria Vasconcy di Algiers, was a healthy boy with brown chestnut hair from his father and green eyes from his mother, placing no doubts in his lineage.

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  In most cases, this event would be followed by large festivities and abundant amounts of ale down in the streets, despite a happy occurrence, the throne was more than safe with 3 other princes and a princess already born and still healthy, so from day one not much was expected from prince Diaz, most would guess that he would receive a good education and be adopted or married off into another household in order to avoid a dispute for the throne.

  Unknown for all however, young Diaz would be the center of a chain of events that would change the fate of this backwater kingdom, events that at first seemed no different from the usual turbulences of a war-ridden era, events that would end up in much more than expected.