"Have I made the wrong choice?" "Have I misjudged the situation? Should I have fought for my throne? Spilled the blood of my citizens for a seat I had no love for? " "Please… Answer me God. I beg you, even if I have sinned do not forsake me or leave me in the dark, Oh my lord please tell me if this is purgatory. Shall I ever see my country again? Or am I condemned to never see its beautiful beaches and my common countryman? " "Please… Give me a sign, Oh lord…"

Year 12.322 After the Founders, Summer 72.

This day was marked by a mild mood of festivities in the Lusian Kingdom, a mid-sized feudal kingdom on the south-west periphery of the Terra Augustinia continent, for a new prince to the kingdom was born. the fourth prince Diaz Lusian Seratoria Vasconcy di Algiers, a healthy boy with brown chestnut hair from his father and green eyes from his mother, placind no doubts in his lineage.

In most cases this event would be followed by large festivities and abundant amounts of ale down in the streets, but although a happy occurrence, the throne was more than safe with 3 other princes and a princess already born and still healthy, so from day one not much was expected from prince Diaz, most would guess that he would receive a good education and be adopted or married off into another household in order to avoid a dispute for the throne.

Unknown for all however, young Diaz would be the center of a chain of events that would change the fate of this backwater kingdom, events that at first seemed no different from the usual turbulences of a war ridden era, events that would end up in so much more.