It began a lifetime ago.
Once a man named Einon had been born to King Freyne and Queen Aislinn. The boy grew up as a normal boy until one day King Freyne was slain and Einon thus became king. However, he was mortally wounded as witnessed by the villagers, yet within the days he seemed in perfect health. A strange event that has been till this day has yet to be explained.
The years passed, twelve years to be exact, when it is rumored that the former knight turned dragon slayer was united with priest. This dragon slayer was known as Bowen whose ended in the most tragic and heroic ending.
The events that passed afterwards had fallen into myth and soon into nothing, what those tales were, we cannot say for sure. Descendents of these villagers claimed to have seen dragons, even train with a dragon. Yet it is a known fact now that dragons are a mythological being, there is simply not a way they could ever exist.
It came time to the day that changed our fate for the worse.
Through the aqueducts the people came storming the castle with a wrath not to be ignored. The brave Sir Bowen came with the poet and scholar Gilbert of Glockenspur, Queen Kara and what is reported to be a dragon.
It was a night to remember, it was reportedly quoted by Gilbert. It was not a good night to remember, no, it was of those terrible traumatizing memories that one refuses to acknowledge. That nightmare became our reality in the worse possible way.
The attempt was made on King Einon's life, and it failed miserably.
Those that had helped became martyrs in their own sense.
Bowen was beheaded the next day for all to see, it was as a lesson, King Einon said to the others who chose to betray him ever again. It was said that Bowen did not hang his head in shame but instead his eyes were filled with an engulfing misery.
Kara became the queen scarcely by morning. Those that worked in the castle always felt the strange anger and later resentment. Sadly Queen Kara's life was short dying giving birth she died not so peacefully along with her new born son.
Gilbert of Glockenspur's fate was never truly known. After giving the marriage between King Einon and Queen Kara he faded into existence it seemed. At one point parchments were disrupted with the tale of what had happened, it was called 'Dragonheart'. Those copies were quickly destroyed and itself became a legend.
The village that had helped the martyrs was all but destroyed. May their brave souls be remembered.
Now for King Einon, while it is true that his mere presence is described as unnerving, I myself had once crossed paths with his knowing smirk. There was something undeniably strange about the man. For the past seventy years this man has ruled us with nothing less of an iron fist. Einon's laws became stricter as well as his people punished harsher.
Countless revolts have happened, Einon not once seeming injured in the least bit. Little has he aged in my last eighty years that I have been in existence?
His thirst for power grew only greater with the years; countless areas were destroyed and brought to his rule. Each lord rules the land with the severity of his own self while he ruled from his completed castle. No other queen was taken during the time.
Rumor had it that Einon was looking for the one to ignite his dead soul once again like his Queen Kara had once done. Let us hope that such a thing never happens again, not one more person should be harmed facing this man.
But that is simply the beginning of this tale; we begin with the ending of our beloved martyrs.
Now as I said Gilbert of Glockenspur had all but disappeared. That is not entirely true; it was said by my elders and his elder that we begun differently.
Gilbert took an apprentice, a poor boy from a nearby village called Heath. Gilbert taught him all that he knew and entrusted his most scared secret to his boy before his death. It was told the events that had let up to the revolution and the secret of Einon. Gilbert was reported to die a peaceful death some time later.
Heath, our grand father, entrusted this secret to no other soul before his death, it is reported that those documents are hidden where it all began. The location is not known despite many years of searching on our part.
Heath did one last great deed; he had founded Infinitio of Licentia, Infinity of Freedom. And thus he is our grand father and great founder. He is in fact my ancestor and I had briefly known him in my life but there was no greater man than he.
Now, I Abel pass on this duty as headmaster and father of Infinitio of Licentia to my son Afton.
Our purpose is to finally end the tyranny and strange nature of King Einon. Through our many of our attempts we have failed, but the day will come when the sweet honey of victory will touch our tongues and we shall drink until we are full.
The words stopped, Abel paused in a deep pensive thought his gaze turned out the window in the peaceful yet broken village below them. He was aware of his grand daughters piercing gaze as she waited for more words. The words wouldn't come much more, in fact he didn't want anymore words to come from his lips though the young woman sat on the edge of her seat.
"Is that all grandfather?" Vivian asked looking up at him with her golden eyes from the table.
"Yes, there is little else to say at this moment, not until the story has completed." Abel shook his head tiredly moving to sit on the chair his eyes never leaving his grand daughters face. "Vivian, my beloved, I have a trying task to ask of you."
"What is it grandfather?" Vivian asked forming a frown on her face; her long fingers moved the waves of dirty blonde hair out of her heart shaped face. Pursing her lips she stared at him with intensity.
"For many years we have tried to kill Einon, we have killed many of these Lords…They all utter the same strange nonsense. It is time to finally discover the truth of the curse of Einon. I am asking and entrusting this task on you, Vivian." The older man said as he folded his hands together his own gaze intense.
" A deed that has been tried before. How am I to do so, grandfather?" Vivian's voice gave little away, yet her golden eyes changed to a dark expression. It was to be expected to ask such a dangerous task with a man such as Einon.
"First the trick is to capture his attention; the second is to be welcomed inside the castle. From there you would gather as much information as you possibly could. Or at least to find the document from our ancestor." Abel said feeling his own feeble body form anxiety for his grand daughter.
"I'm honored you would ask me to do such a thing, I have been waiting to prove myself to the others. I will do this without question grand father." Vivian's lips gave way to a large grin her eyes danced with anticipation.
"Very good. I am leaving this in your hands; my suggestion would to begin with the festival in the nearby village. There you will need to capture the attention of the castle members where you will be accepted. Just be warned my grand child, our enemy will appear differently than what he is. Fall not for his illusions nor trust your heart to him."
"You're saying that I will fall in love with a monster, that is not likely grandfather. Trust me." She was all confidence and assurance. Some was a ply yet her father Afton was nearly had the same attitude.
"Never doubt the world and every creature that roams this world." Abel warned yet it fell nearly on deaf ears.
The paper was left on the table; it was nearly abandoned with the greatest of ease.
"Of course grandfather. I shall send word soon as I possibly can." Vivian kissed her grand fathers cheek before rushing out of the room.
"May the Gods go with you." Abel closed his eyes with discontent, as sigh escaped his lips.
