“Divine and Infernal powers are the heads and tails on a golden coin, the difference is who is victorious at the end”, quoted by Oruç Hızır the Majestic. Who was Oruç Hızır? The Poet King, Emerald Soldier, and Sentinel of Wadi Abu Diba. A gentle souled man who wants to bring unity to mankind with his smoothing poems and music, however, peace does not last forever. On the first day of spring, he was assassinated and the world became a little colder than before. The death of Oruç Hızır brought forth wrath and sorrow so great, that it woke up ancient dragons from their slumbers that mankind believe to be myths. Wars were waged between many nations, either they were destroyed or absorbed into an empire. The war lasted for almost a century, and the final nations finally asked for a truce not because of peace but because of resources.  Their iron, their food, their clothes, and even the men were brittle as sesame crackers, the truces resulted in the era of the “Sun and Moon Union”. Amonstan of the Moon and Suleiman Empire of the Sun, they are the great powers that ruled a majority of the continent, but they were still bitter about their losses. Many of the Amonstan citizens believe Oruç Hızır has finished his duty and it was destined that he returned back to Paradise, while the people should act according to his will as guardians to their fellow man. But the Suleiman Empire, believes that the assassin came from Amonstan and that they must be punished, but with the truce being helped up by the council of the six sultans, they can not touch them. So the empire worked hard to prepare for the day to take up arms once again and slayed the Amonstan citizens with their swords of justice. In honor of the Poet King, the elite warriors wear the color green and wear an emerald collar, thus earning the name, “The Emerald Immortals”. The Amonstans are aware of their furious anger, and decided to make their own warrior army that can station across the other countries as liberators and doctors while acting as hidden agents, wearing the color blue and sapphire feathers in their turban, they became the vanguard of the empire in case they get attacked. These were the Barzakh Walkers, never seen in plain sight, they come and go like the wind, leaving no trace and acting like a cat in the grass, striking down the fowls before retreating back to cover to feast. To ensure there would be a long-lasting peace between the two, a new nation emerged between the borders and acted as a barrier, it was called Cassimstan. Soon, the land began to recover, the ravages of the war almost disappeared, and soon the people forgot about the council of the six sultans, and time-pressed forward. Twenty-one years have passed since the truce was upheld, and suddenly bitter whispers can be heard from the farmers to miners to soldiers and beyond, saying the same thing. “Dragons were everywhere, but now they are nowhere to be seen. I’ve heard the race has been dying off.” 

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