1 The Start Before The Chaos
A long time ago, before humanity have set foot on this world,
Dragons ruled the world, chaos and destruction were rampant throughout the world.
Due to the ever-growing arrogance of the Dragons, the Gods became furious on the Dragons growing arrogance. After a long arduous discussion, the Gods finally made a decision, a decision to eliminate the Dragons. In an effort created by the Gods, the Gods decided to declare an all-out war against the Dragons, after a long and tiring battle between the Gods and Dragons, the Gods found out a large secret, due to the ever-growing presence and influence of the Dragons in the lands of Farastil the Gods could not simply kill them. If the Gods kill all the Dragons then the lands of Farastil would forever be scarred and cursed to never have any life flourish in the lands of Farastil. From this ever-growing problem, the Gods devised a plan with a terrible price. A plan to seal the Dragons once and for all. As the war waged on, the Gods sealed the Dragons a secret dimension. After the war, both the Gods and Dragons all so suddenly disappeared from the world. Never be to be seen again.
As millennials passed, life once again flourished in the lands of Farastil. During the past millennium, a new race was created, a race called Humans. From the creations of the Humans, many tried to free the Dragons from their deep slumber, but all failed. But as a prophecy was once foretold
"Whoever free the Dragons will have powers beyond measures
A power, not even the Gods can defy
As all who sees him worship him
And yet all who sees him fear him
As he is the Monarch of all things
He is the Dragonlord."
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In a fiery night, an army of heavily armoured soldiers was seen marching through outskirts of the capital city of the Kingdom Provence, the city of Paramecia. As luck would have it, as the armoured soldiers closed in the city gates, an army garrisoned forces of the King's army was stationed on the city walls, waiting for them to come near them. From a distance, you can see a large array of archer's lined up through the city gates ready to fire at any moment. But that wasn't the distinguished part of it, no. The walls of the city of Paramecia is large, larger than any soldier has ever seen, a whopping 100 meters tall. Though even with such large walls protecting the city, the attacking soldiers were not worried at the least bit.
At this moment a yell was heard on the side of the attacking soldiers.
"The time has come!"
"Let our swords be heard by the Tyrannical King Meneth!"
As Jacob finishes his speech, a loud cheer was followed by the soldiers by banging their weapons with their shields. Instantly rising their morales through the roof.
"Attack!" Jacob yelled with all his might. While pointing his sword onwards
At last, one of the most distinct battles of the century started.
As the armies started clashing against one another, large trebuchets were seen firing all throughout the city.
...
"Your Highness, the cowardly Duke Jacob has arrived"
"He has started attacking the city"
The Minister of War said while kneeling, as the Minister of War finished talking, he observed the king's response.
"Pah, that fool will die anyway!"
"Why bother telling me such useless information!?"
Meneth shouted loudly with a distinct mad voice.
"Summon the Royal Guards at once!" Meneth shouted authoritatively while pointing at the Minister.
But what Meneth didn't know was the Minister of War is part of the conspiracy to dethrone him, but he doesn't need to know that yet.
The Minister happily agreed with the King and left the throne room quickly to call the Royal Guards with him "help" him go to the throne room.
Minutes later the Royal Guards quickly rushed into the throne room and kneeled to the King.
As soon as the Guards arrived, Meneth smiled and then stood up and approached the Guards who were kneeling to him.
"I, Meneth your King demands you bring me the head of that traitorous coward Jacob"
"Your will is my command, your Highness!" the Royal Guards shouted loudly in unison.
Meneth studied the guards for a few seconds and smiled happily. He told the guards to stand up and do their jobs as Meneth started to sit back on his throne, some of the Royal Guards sheathed their weapons and killed some of their companions. In a few mere seconds, almost a dozen Royal Guards died, filling the throne room with blood.
"WHAT IS THIS?"
"TRAITOROUS WRENCHES!"
"YOU'RE ALL PART OF THIS NONSENSICAL PLOT?! HOW DARE YOU!"
Meneth shouted loudly while sheathing his own sword from his waist, immediately he looked at his surrounding thinking of a way to get out this situation, as he pondered a way to get out the figure once again came in the throne room...
It was the Minister of War, Wren with Duke Jacob. Behind them, dozens of heavily armoured soldiers came rushing in the throne room and filling the room, the soldiers one by one took out their bows and aimed at Meneth,
"WREN! YOU WERE BEHIND THIS PLOT? YOU WHOM I TRUSTED?"
Meneth roared loudly as he pointed his sword at his Wren.
"Your reign of terror is over King Meneth the Mad..."
