Prelude III

His mistake of falling in love like some poor fool boy changed little in his eyes. He was positive that despite his own feelings. He would have at least incinerated the deceitful little whore the moment he learned of her betrayal. If not had the self-control to have her chained and tortured till she told every secret she’d ever known, and a few that had no answers.


The only thing that stopped him was that infernal prophecy. The fact which might be in itself, the greatest irony of all. A paradoxical nightmare. That reminded him of the age old question.. Was it fate that created the prophecy, or the prophecy that created his fate?

And was there even a difference between the two?

Sagen wanted little, so badly, as he wanted to say, fuck it all. The prophecy, the world, and most of all that lying bitch that lay next to him this very moment.

After everything he’d strived for, it was so very tempting. Except for the one thing that held him back. He couldn’t kill his own son. Bastard or not. After all, the prophecy did say his son would become the worlds only chance. He wouldn’t be the one to deny the world that.

Another verse of the prophecy came to mind, “unites the Divided Lands”. Who knew. Maybe in his conquest to save the world, his son might finally win the war and regain the Motherland for his people. The idea was almost too much to contemplate. For his bastard son to succeed where so many Great Kings had failed was nearly unfathomable. But there was the chance.

Sagen had taken the throne at the young age of one-hundred and twenty-three years old. Making him the third youngest ruler in Dar’Kitherin history. Still by anyone’s measure one of The Greats. Having nineteen years ago, taken up the war for his peoples most yearned for prize. Conquest of the Motherland, the Fallon Wood. Making brutal progress in the war that hadn’t been waged in nearly a thousand years. That is until four years ago. When out of sheer desperation. The Fal’Vernan sought aid from the filthy Humans of Lungar. The sacrilegious alliance creating a deadlock that wasn’t going to break anytime soon.

That is until Sagen made the greatest discovery of his life. One that he was sure would give him the edge to win the war once and for all.

The discovery was not one, but an entire cache of ancient books buried beneath the tomb of his fourth great-grandfather. A Wizard of -by all historical accounts- remarkable power, who’d perished in the Purge War itself.

Sagen was sure the texts would reveal to him some ancient magic powerful enough to end the deadlock. But the study was incredibly tedious, and now he was dying.. If only she could have had a little longer.