Can fortune be found from a land in turmoil.

Can luck be seized from disaster.

Is the death truly a new beginning.

"Hahahahaha, well I guess I'll have to find out"

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The lands of Altia where no strangers to wars. Civil arrest and the fall of dynasties had been recorded in it long history. It was a land that could not be tamed for long, the fall and rise of kingdoms and dynasties alone was too many to count. Death and slaughter had become common place within the land, for survival of the fittest was the law.

The Malcai Dynasty was among the latest ruler to have subjugated all of the kingdoms of the land under its control. However nothing can truly withstand the test of time for all things come to an end. The vassal kingdoms had grown restless and used the strength they had grown across many years to ursup the Malcai Dynasty's power. As a result it was the beginning of the great revolt as well as an endless bloodshed that swept the land.

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The Kingdom of Moldo was part of a manority of kingdoms who held conservative ideals compared to those of the other militant kingdoms. They had focused their strength on acquiring wealth and became a hub of comerce and trade, the like of which the land had never seen. Truly riches where abound in this kingdom.

However it is true that the saying, "the tallest tree attracts the wind", was how to best describe this kingdom. For its wealth and riches had become the beacon of greed from its neighbouring kingdoms.

Within the Kingdom of Moldo, the people where struggling to survive as they had been hit hardest during this time of great unrest. What was once a prosperous kingdom had fallen into ruin. The people where starving and tired of fighting day in and day out. It was bleak situation for everyone, from those of high borne to those of low.

The royal family could no longer protect its citizens, the kingdom had become somewhat of a badlands, which saw no lawful regulations. It pleased the neighbouring countries as this meant that they could further their ambitions on the kingdom and plunder its riches.

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In the west of the Kingdom of Moldo lie the -province of the brave-. There had been an intense battle here between Moldo's troops and those of Calpo's. Calpo was a militaristic kingdom to the west of Moldo, they bolstered a truly battle hardened army.

It was never a fair fight for the conservative amey of Moldo, it was total slaughter and carnage. Across the fields of the setting sun city, the land was covered in bodies beyond the eye could see.

The City of setting sun had been a bustling centre of commerce being close to the border hence being able to trade with Calpo. Now there was nothing but death, no life was left.

In this eerie quiet with no soul in sight, a drop of blood fell from the sky. It landed on the corpse of a middle aged man and suddenly he rose up to his feet. His eyes unfocused and his footing unsteady. He began to speak in a cryptic language one unfarmila to the lands of Altia.

As he finished speaking, he let out a shout and suddenly exploded. Instead of turning into chunks of gore and blood, he turned into a crimson inferno that consumed the entirety of setting sun city. There where howls of the vanquished souls that could be heard within the crimson flames.

The souls of the dead where consumed by the inferno as if to power the blaze toward a certain goal. As more souls perished and bodies consumed, the flames receded toward a fixed. The crimson shade grew darker and more menacing; the howls more intense and frightening; the radius of the blaze smaller and smaller. 

As the blaze reached a radius of a meter, cleaning up this entire region of it's dead, it began agglomating into the shape of a person.

It then took the shape of a young man and finally faded away. The young man looked to be about 16 -17 years old and over 190cm tall, had light brown skin tone with a healthy bronze sheen. He had handsome features with short black curly hair. In his stark nakedness his body's definition could be described as excellent, athletic even.

The only weird thing that stood out was the crimson tattoo of a dragon on his chest.

He simply stood in the eerie quiet, eyes closed as if focusing on something. When he opened he's eyes a crimson beam of light shot out to the distance. His pupils where crimson and and gave of a bewitching feel as if hes gaze along could entrance you alone.

He opened his mouth and spoke in the words of Altia.

"In life my one and only companion has been death, it only feating that I be reborn through death"

He suddenly walked into the city, stumbling along, trying to adjust his body stance. He found a clothing store and grabbed himself a shirt and pants.

And it was then that the journey of the Fallen begun.