I am the general of the Arian army. How I ever got this far in the ranks no one knows. Not even I know. The only thing I remember is the king being pleased with my skills and him moving me up on the chart. It was because he saw what was inside of me. He said I was a reflection of him. Ofcourse I didn't know what he was talking about untill I found out what he had meant. Harold, that was the kings name. He claimed to be the almighty god and has proven it several times with breathing life into a already deceased person. Then later I found his means of doing that. To me he really was god. He had the power to foresee events not yet taking place, current events and past events. Time after time again has he proven it.
But I too possess powers that are unknown. Even If I were to awaken them I would never be as great as king Harold, the man who started the whole empire. He is oldest man I ever knew. He was way beyond over a hundred years, yet he did not have pointed ears. He was neither elf nor half-bred. It didn't quite make sense. As time progressed I expanded his boundries thanks to his wisdom, and then I was actually convinced he was the bringer of life, he was...god!
No matter how farfetche'd it was, it was no mere dream. It was all real. But now, I want to be as great as he is. How to accomplish that is still in the making but I will find out. I have heard of the magical essence of mana and its abilities and I've done much research since.
All I came up with were dead ends. I still had a hunch, that with the right amount of mana consumed I could possess imortality just like king Harold. I was determined that I came to land where I heard possesed the sacred mana tree. As we approached shore I could feel it in my veins. It is here. I made treaties with local villages in hopes to get closer to my prize. One kingdom rejected the offer several times to the point where we declared war. If we couldn't have them as an ally, then we would have them as a province. As we made preperations two nosy pests spyed on our base a young boy and his maiden both appeared to be about the same age. Quickly the scout put them out of commission and threw them in the small prison we built.
I have a gut feeling that one of them knows about the mana tree. I have ways of making people talk and I will get that young blonde boy to tell me. If he doesn't, I'll use other means of pursuation. The end is nigh. I almost ready. Soon, soon, all I ever hoped for will come true.
((Well Im almost finished this story. This was just a small briefing of what the general has in store for the two young heros))