Here is the first chapter like I said, this won't have any reference to the game till next chapter.

Chapter one

Ularia is a beautiful kingdom surrounded on three sides by the sea and by mountains on the fourth. The south is the most heavily populated part, as its many ports bring in trade from the holy lands and the other numerous parts of the Lasrula continent.

The north is covered in the treacherous mountains of the Jelerabi range. Only the most daring (or foolish) dare to travel through them and even then, it is rare that one comes out alive.

Despite its natural beauty Ularia is an unhappy country. For it has been ten years since it was conquered by the cruel king Yetzera of Mithralo and the true king killed in battle. There had been a fierce rivalry between the two countries for hundreds of years and Yetzera took no chances when it came to ruling it. He impoverished the common peoples with high taxes, killed off all the high born nobles and sold their wives and children into slavery.

To this day no one is quite sure what happened to the queen and her baby son. Some say they fled the burning palace to be cut down by Yetzera's soldiers. Others say that they made it to the holy lands to die in poverty. There are even a few that say that as the holy lands themselves were wracked with war, the queen and her son were killed.

Yetzera himself is now visiting Ularia on his annual tax collection and this is where our story begins, in the slave tent of one of the king's most trusted advisors who has accompanied his king to the conquered kingdom.

'What a fine day for a long journey, don't you agree Herustes?' a young boy of 13 laughed merrily.

Herustes, a youth of 17, grimaced... badly, 'Not with the master in the mood he's in at the moment.'

The younger boy sobered immediately, 'Ah...is he really that bad.'

'I feel comparing his mood to a thunderstorm is a rather inadequate description.' Herustes sighed. 'Esin, you and I are not going to have a very pleasant day.'

'What set him off, do you know?' Esin asked.

'He's always like this just before we go back to Ularia. What on earth made you think that this year would be any different?'

'Sorry Herustes. I guess I was just so looking forward to going home again.'

'How can you stand to even show your face there?'

'What?'

'We were the sons of one of the most powerful noblemen in Ularia and now look at us, mere slaves who are lucky to get the scraps off the master's plate.'

'Y'know Herustes, you're as touchy as the master. There is nothing we can do about our lot and we must be thankful that we didn't end up as badly off as some of our friends.'

Herustes nodded reluctantly, 'I suppose you are right.'

Just then another slave looked in on them. This slave was the old secretary who had served his master for years. He always had a soft spot for slaves taken in Ularia as generally they tended to be treated much worse.

'You two had best get ready. King Yetzera's entourage is about to leave soon and the master won't be far behind.'

'Yes Zion' they intoned together.

There you go next chapter

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