The Great War of Gielinor.

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It was many years ago that the warm stories began in the great kingdom of Gielinor; many have forgotten the peace that had once settled upon the land, of how the races of the lands had came together in order to keep peace alive. It was after a great war of the gods that races restored calamity to their lands; no fear of one anther's species, no fear of leaving a kingdom and getting killed in the process. There was a sort of a relaxed session during the periods of those one hundred years. Everything seemed laid-back, a happy time where anyone's woes were forgotten when they entered towns and cities. There was no real difference between the races many saw around them, and chose to keep it that way fore fear a great battle.

But that all ended terribly some two hundred years ago. Due to the fright of many taking over other people's land, there needed to be a ruler who could take control over all of the lands, watch over everything and make sure nothing went bad. To make decrees of what needed to be made, as well as listen to what people needed and try to help them the best they could. A ruler, might you say. This ruler would take over everything until the day they died. And before that happened, a ruler of a different race would be chosen to rule. They had to have the purest of heart, and a kind soul that would be willing to help out anyone that came their way. During this time period, a human and faerie half breed had taken the throne. A Goblin would soon be chosen for the next ruling in the next ten years, and a candidate had been chosen for such. But terror struck the hearts of thousands when calamity struck.

Strange by hallow, death be thy name, in the tower where the ruler lived, a servant came upon his room to see if he requested anything at the hour of noon. What she stumbled upon, was entirely different. The keeper of the lands lay dead on his bed, crimson spilling heavily from his chest. An assignation, by the looks of it. It was reported instantly, though before anything could leak out, another terror struck this time in the Goblin kingdom. The next in the running for the king of all kings had been slaughtered in his room, killed when no one would hear. In the next few weeks, anyone whom dared rise as the next was killed, and in each one of them, a note had been placed in their hands, a note from the killer him self as a warning to all:

Down With The King.

Many were frightened, scattering back into their houses and moving to their respectful lands where they would not be harmed. In the later weeks, several other royal members were found dead, all by the same cause and with the same note in hand. Soon everybody started blaming everybody else in anger and frustration, believing that, like thousands of years ago, everyone was once an enemy in their own kingdom. Lines were being divided. Wars were being made for new lands. Many civilians were being killed for often no reason. Many races were taken in a slaves for others, a down nasty thing to think of.

Of course that was nearly one hundred years ago and counting. There is a new dawn to this era, though anyone has yet to believe it so. While races are being extinguished, and many are fighting for the right for new lands, a new hero must rise up and fight for the side of good, and find the traitor whom might have killed the royals way back when. Will it be you?