INTRODUCTION
It began long ago. To a land in the east, far, far away; the like of which, you will not find in the world today. There by the Great Ocean lies the city of Aecor. Its markets known far and wide, full of the bounties of vine and vale, peaceful and prosperous; for this city lay before the doors of the greatest Fortress of Solum: Facilis. Facilis, is the stronghold of Xerxes, King under the Ocean, mightiest of the Aqua-Elven Lords. Now, the Aqua-elves' dedication to their work has pleased Xerxes well; and this dedication is what made both Xerxes and Facilis vastly wealthy. Ah... Facilis. Built deep within the ocean itself, the beauty of this fortress city was of legend. Its wealth lay in the ocean- in precious gems hewn from rock and in great seams of gold; running like streams of rivers throughout the land.
But the time of prosperity and joy were not to last. Slowly the days turned dark, and the watchful nights closed in. Xerxes' vast wealth had swallowed him. It bore a sickness within him. This sickness drew him mad which led to his downfall. His madness drew the attention of a fiery dragon, a drake capable of breathing and spitting fire, with a roar like a thousand of horns piercing through a rabbit’s ear; this dragon however was a unique one. It came to life from Xerxes’ crippled mind, filled with the sight of gold. The townsmen did their best to defend themselves, but to no avail. First they saw a flash of blinding light, next they felt this immediate searing pain, the shock was so eminent that they vanished to thin air. The fire drake incinerated the city of Aecor leaving destruction in its wake. It destroyed most of the oceanic kingdom of Facilis, killing Xerxes in the process. Xierxe, Xerxes' son and prince and soon to be king of Facilis, tried to save his father from this overwhelming death, but Xerxes’ greed overcame himself, and did not want to leave his precious stones behind; And so, the dragon took his life with no remorse. The once-great city was burned down to ashes, and the great Kingdom was no more. Xierxe and a few warriors were able to escape the dragon's wrath, but were same again- for they saw the fires of death, smoking before their fallen kingdom.
Robbed of their homeland, the young Elven prince and his men took work where they could find it, laboring in the villages they encountered, and trying to survive on the road. But no matter how beaten he was, the young prince always remembered the visions of the massacre that had gone before him, and thought of revenge against the dragon that brought a once mighty kingdom and its people down low. He never forgave, and he never forgot. The burning vengeance within his heart was as hot as the flames death he saw before him. His men took fear to this, and left him for his own. This is when Xierxe realized that he is to fend for his own. Thus, he swore:
“I will not falter and I shall bring down that dragon with my own hands!”
He was left alone in a distraught village- where he had no friends and no family to lean on. He figured out that he did not belong here; for he belonged in the once great city of Aecor laying before the doors of Facilis. After a few days, he set upon going back to the ruined city and rebuilding it. But of course this was impossible because he could not rebuild a city alone, from scratch that is and without helping hands. He tries to find those who would help him build the great city once again. In doing so, he sold out almost everything he had; his fancy loincloth, his diamond-embedded sword, and his father’s remaining gems. The money he got in return was enough to pay for a thousand men's work, but he was only able to gather 50 men. Xierxe then estimated how much time it will take for them to arrive at their destination.
They took with them 30 carriages along with the materials they are going to use, this took out a lot from their remaining funds. Turns out it took them a week and a half to get to the ruins, and rebuilding the city took a lot from them; but they found success in the end. It took them about 3 months to construct a small village, and about another 3 months to populate it. Some took their families from the distraught village to the newly founded city renamed from Aecor to Xerxia in honor of his father. Some of the workers decided to invite their friends to make their stay in Aecor. Xierxe paid his men who worked so hard to make what he sees handsomely. Xierxe’s generosity and perseverance paid off.
Xierxe was growing old, and once unwavering strength has weakened. He was no longer the strong elven prince he once was. He has been living for 60 years, and he was ready to settle down. He positioned himself as the mayor of his village, and the people grew to know him as a loving man. Deep inside him was his burning desire to take revenge from that dragon he still has nightmares of, and every day since Xerxia was reconstructed sits on his gold-plated throne, waiting for that fated time of their inevitable clash.
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