If a dream felt so real as if you were there in that very moment, still experiencing the pain, the joy, the emotion of reliving or seeing what is happening for the first time again, can it really still be called a dream?  

 I walk down the hallways of the magnificent Palace, MY palace, the envy of the world, the Elvarhen people call it Eira Nuthradis which i like to jest means "Its better than ours" but i'll settle for the actual, less funny meaning. It is here I am King, and my empire my beautiful creation, my legacy, is here to stand out in the world, we are the symbol of peace and prosperity, love and compassion, might and dominance, and our greatest strength is Diversity. My kingdom is the most powerful in the world, and rightly named Asaga, after the lands we walk. All around people of many forgotten races, cast out and forgotten, abused and without a home, came together under one banner, one vision of a greater tomorrow, led by one such as them who did not want to lead, but took it upon himself to do so to make the dreams of millions a reality, one he desparately wanted himself. And so the new Kingdom of Asaga was built by the hands of its own people and thrived. Life is, however full of unexpected twists and turns, and events come and go and eventually fade into the nether, only to be relieved by a single line of text found by chance in a ruin lost to time, or the ethereal wishes of those long dead wishing to be remembered. Fate truly is cruel.

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  I was a fool to believe it would last. That the other countries and empires would allow this "monstrosity" as they called it to survive in peace. It began with "Peace Talks" and "Trade Delegations", Envoys of all the lands travelled far and wide to come to Asaga to seek an audience with this new and powerful nation. We were so blind, so misguided to think these envoys from all around the world meant the other nations were respecting us and willing to be allies. It was my greatest failure. A failure so great it collasped my kingdom and tore my people asunder. Oh how young and naive i was, i welcomed them with open arms and an eager heart, only to be mercilessly betrayed by every single one of them. I watched as my cities burned, my people executed, my family slaughtered right in rfront of me. I swore, if i ever get the chance in this life or the next i will seek revenge for my fallen brothers, my family, my people. Blood will wash the land and red rivers will bash upon the walls of those that believe they are safe from my wrath! I AM Vasara the deity of domination and my vengeance, my revenge, will come for them all.

 In the Dark, cold and unfeeling Abyss, among the ruins of my kingdom and bones of its people, i lay in wait, asleep. Dreaming over and over again of a better reality that i was so close to reaching, so close yet denied my right. In eternal torment i live and die a billion times, without end. But, you see the thing about dreams, is eventually...You wake up.

A/N: Hello everyone, Terror Wolf here! im new to writing and would love feedback on what you all think about my work as i write it. If im doing anythign wrong or in a way you dont agree with, tell me and ill work even harder to get out a quality novel myself and all of you can enjoy! :) With Regards, TW