p class="MsoNormal"The weather was surprisingly cool that summer on the scattered plains and mountain ranges of the nation on Hungary. It was on one of these days that the nomadic people of the nation would come across something strange that one man, a warrior known simply as Magyar, had never encountered before. But little did he know that this encounter would not only provide the immortal with some of the most joyful years of his existence as well as bring along his own demise, but afterwards his nation would continue on in the hands of the child he'd encountered baby years prior as his own. A small brown haired girl by the name of Elizabeta Héderváry who would go on to be known as the nation he had seen grow for centuries./p