Chapter 1: Prologue
On the very fringes of the Algo star system, two ships slowly enter from different directions, oblivious to the fact the other is there. Both are mysterious,
both have been in existence for longer than the life of the average Palman, and both hold within them a leader from a great civilization.
The first is most recognizable to the average Algolian, being of a typical Algolian design. The purple laconia glitters in the amber rays given off by the star, Algo. Gems from the three planets, Palma, Motavia, and Dezoris,
add to the sparkling brilliance. Yet, It has a feeling of age without age, of having seen more travels than one would think. It was heading for the planet as bright as any of the rare and beautiful jewels embedded within it, Palma.
The second ship was odd in shape and size. It bore little resemblance to Algolian designs and was small and seemed cramped. It could easily be mistaken for an escape pod. Unlike the aforementioned ship, this one was aged and bore the marks of
age. It seemed it could fall apart in a collision with the most microscopic meteor at extremely slow speeds. Unlike the ship of purple laconia, this ship seemed to be lost, meandering around the space for no reason, looking for a place to rest its weary
flight.
And, unbeknownst to all those in the system, these two ships would bring with them a story that would be would be forgotten, never truly told, nothing but an echo in the mysts of time. These forgotten legends would be nothing but a last strand of the world before the end of Algo's Landale Dynasty.
On the very fringes of the Algo star system, two ships slowly enter from different directions, oblivious to the fact the other is there. Both are mysterious,
both have been in existence for longer than the life of the average Palman, and both hold within them a leader from a great civilization.
The first is most recognizable to the average Algolian, being of a typical Algolian design. The purple laconia glitters in the amber rays given off by the star, Algo. Gems from the three planets, Palma, Motavia, and Dezoris,
add to the sparkling brilliance. Yet, It has a feeling of age without age, of having seen more travels than one would think. It was heading for the planet as bright as any of the rare and beautiful jewels embedded within it, Palma.
The second ship was odd in shape and size. It bore little resemblance to Algolian designs and was small and seemed cramped. It could easily be mistaken for an escape pod. Unlike the aforementioned ship, this one was aged and bore the marks of
age. It seemed it could fall apart in a collision with the most microscopic meteor at extremely slow speeds. Unlike the ship of purple laconia, this ship seemed to be lost, meandering around the space for no reason, looking for a place to rest its weary
flight.
And, unbeknownst to all those in the system, these two ships would bring with them a story that would be would be forgotten, never truly told, nothing but an echo in the mysts of time. These forgotten legends would be nothing but a last strand of the world before the end of Algo's Landale Dynasty.