Fallen

Prologue

         Once upon a time, there was a kingdom called Selona, ruled by a man named Aeton of House Tragodia. Though this story is not one of a kind, noble king, for he was well-known throughout the land. Peasants feared him, bandits and criminals cowered at his name. He was known for his relentless intolerance of anyone different from him. He believed that anyone who worshipped the gods Theon, Romanis, and Kanis, like I do, deserved to be punished in the most brutal of ways. He held it over his people that they should ignore all existence of a god and ravaged those who did not obey his ways.

The only thing that brought hope to his people was the single daughter he had. The common people believed she would be the one to bring peace and tolerance to the land, and they prayed to the gods to bring them to safety.

In a matter of years there was a war fought between us and our neighboring country, Tairia. The battle raged on for six years, with neither side gaining any ground, blood splattering everywhere in vain. One day in late April of 1615, King Aeton was fatally wounded during an attempt to ambush the Tairians, and upon his death, soldiers and common people alike cheered, for this meant their freedom.

A treaty was signed, and the Selonians and the Tairians pledged peace to one another, and each returned to their homelands, comforted and making endless offerings to the gods in return for this deliverance of peace and freedom.

A month later, in May of 1615, a new ruler was crowned Queen of Selona. Her subjects offered her their gifts and prayers, pledging their undying loyalty should she have tolerance for those previously persecuted. This Queen is me, the daughter of King Aeton: Medea.