There were once two little brothers, descendents of the great Roman Empire. They lived separately and grew apart, only seeing each other every once in a while. They grew up very different. One lived in a big home, slaving away under his master's rule. But his master was kind and played beautiful music. He liked his master very much, and the other servant that lived there. His brother was ruled by a strong nation who always came home late and covered with injuries. But he was kind and loved the small country very much and raised the boy well.

There were once two little brothers, discovered and surprising the rest of the world. One was taken by the strongest man in all of Europe and grew up under him, happy with his older brother. The man was very kind to his new brother and made him lots of toys to enjoy when he had to go away for a long time. The other brother was very shy, growing up with a very flirtatious brother. But he was also happy with his older sibling and enjoyed his company very much. The two would meet often, especially during times when their brothers were visiting each other.

There was once a small, lonely boy that was raised by a very strong nation. He remembers very little of what happened in his past, but has never forgotten his big brother. The big brother only left his little brother when he had to go to war. But when he didn't, the two spent a lot of time together. The little brother met other small boys like himself when his older brother met with theirs. He was a good little boy.

There was once a small, quiet boy found off the coast of Asia. Then came along a man who took in the small boy. They grew up happy, the older man enjoying the young boy's company. The days were good then. The small boy was taught to read and to write. The man was happy to see the little boy continue to grow stronger.

There was once a small, defiant boy that lived with one of the strongest men in all of the Mediterranean. The boy did not like the man he lived with very much. He enjoyed whenever the very quiet, Arabic man joined them, however. The little boy always found many things in his homes; statues and odd formations made of stone. He enjoyed the company of felines, whenever he could find them.

This small group of boys grew up to be very different from one another. But their beginnings were all similar; found and supported by bigger, stronger nations to help them grow. Their stories became history. And so their story begins...

Quel: Hey, everyone. This is just a prologue so I can get my butt to it. These chapters will have a range of lengths, but each chapter will, most of the time, stick to one of the groups above. Hope to have a real chapter up soon. Until then, Salut!