The moon hung high in the sky, and the sound of a campfire crackling gently drifted on the wind. Paulida's hand drifted across the page with a pencil in a small leather-bound notebook. He wrote " today is the 37th of the harvest season year 357, today marks two years since-". He was interrupted by a small hand tugging at jacket, a little girl with black-brown hair and eyes the color of the night sky and strange semi pointed ears said "pa I'm sleepy" she rubbed her eyes and leaned against him she said to him "pa tell me a story" he said quietly "which story?" she looked up at him and said "the one about the long eared princesses" he said back in a curious tone "is that one not too scary for the night time?" the small child let out a small giggle "that ones my favorite, i want to be like them when i grow up". He said to her, "A queen?" She shook her head exaggeratedly and said, "No, I want to be brave like them and have lots of friends." Paulida gave a small laugh, and a slight frown formed on the edge of his face, and he cleared his throat and began recounting the story.
Once centuries ago, on this very continent, before the kingdom, the lands were ruled by vicious hellspawn, the lands were ever soaked in a bloody war for survival, and the humans banded together in towns and villages while the dwarves in the mountains hid in their underground bastion, the long-eared peoples, most experienced with the matters of killing preternatural beings remained in their groves as the devil king Rakshasa’s armies ravaged the lands for many a century it seemed as if this would be end of habitation on the continent. Until one fateful day, a Long-eared grove opened its doors, and out stepped two young women: the older sister, regal and refined, and the younger, a master with a blade. Their exit from the grove was like a blowing divine wind, the younger sister flowing through the battlefield with her blade like a storm's mighty gusts. The older sister, using her divine light, would burn away hellspawn and heal the injured, but two against an army was too much for even the prodigious sisters. They had to retreat. The pair sought out the 12 clans that called the lands home, a hearty folk accustomed to the endless battle that came with living on the continent. The elder sister taught the humans how to use the old magics and refined them into a new class of magic. The younger sister refined their swordsmanship to a style of her own creation, one in which the user is almost always moving, with this alliance the sisters had formed an army to oppose Rakshasa’s iron grip on the land every battle won adding to their gains rallying even the common folk to rise and take up arms within a decade the Hellspawn armies lie decimated the sisters intending to return to their grove bid farewell to their followers. The armies soon to be without leaders proposed to the sisters a new plan, a new kingdom rising from the ashes of the devil war, one that bore their name, Dreynas.
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As the story came to a close, Paulida let out a yawn and looked over to the child; she was fast asleep. He smiled a short and small smile and said quietly, careful not to disturb the sleeping child, "I pray that hopefully one day you can have all that you desire and more". He pulled off his jacket, and he could feel the warm harvest air on his skin. He covered the small child with his jacket and said, "Sleep well, little Senarre." He proceeded to pick up his leatherbound book and began to prepare to write in it once more, but decided against it. He closed it, gently placed it back in his bag, looked up at the sky, seeing the stars, and closed his eyes, and he drifted off to a silent slumber with no dreams, only a restful night.
