“Imagine.......
Imagine...... Imagine a far green country, with towering mountains,
bubbling brooks and wide open plains. The land was plentiful and the
crops grew well. The fish in the rivers & lakes never ran out,
and neither did the game in the forests. Yet, even amidst such
beauty, peace never reigned. For this is no imaginary land, my son.
This is the land our people, the land of Adulvria.
For as long as we can
remember, race has fought against race, and tribe has fought tribe
for possession of this land.... The land we are still fighting for.
Even the tales of our ancestors from as far back as the Diluvian
Days, tell of the great battles that were fought between us all.
But hear my words now and
remember them, my boy. There will come a day when the waters will
rise up to reclaim this land once again, and in that hour, the races
of this land must unite to survive, or we shall all perish. For this
has been prophesied by my father, and his father's father, and all
those before him who carried the prophetic heirloom of our family.
And one day, if the Hiru will it, you will come of age and also
witness the vision that has been our line's responsibility for many
long generations......
If the Hiru will it, my
son.....If the Hiru will it.”