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Prologue
The sound of swords clashing, people screaming, monsters roaring. Those are the sounds that come from a place called Ethereal. But Ethereal hasn’t always been this way, it was once a peaceful, beautiful land. There were many races living among each other during this time, from elves to pixies, and from ogres to gnomes They all lived among humans peacefully, with no discrimination. There was no fighting, no screaming, no monsters, no pain. But that changed when Eardom declared war against Ethereal. Eardom was jealous of Ethereal, Eardom was a shadow of Ethereal, where Ethereal had beautiful flourishing lands, Eardom had barren wastelands. Eardom wanted to destroy this beautiful land that they could not have. So Eardom released the monsters of their land onto Ethereal, the monsters attacked anything and everything they could find. Ethereal fought the monsters, killing most of them, but by that time half of Ethereal had been destroyed. The people of Ethereal mourned for their loved ones that were lost, their destroyed houses, and the loss of their beautiful homeland. The people of Ethereal then began to fight between each other, each race being on a side. Finally all the races except humans seemed to disappear. Ethereal then sought revenge against Eardom for destroying their beautiful land. That was when the great war started, the two countries fought on the border between Eardom and Ethereal. The war was going on for a hundred years before it finally came to a stand still. What made this stand still happen was a man gave his life, but before he died, he succeeded in killing one of the main generals. This young man's name was Keefe Russell, Keefe was a loving father and husband, and a great knight. He had received praise from all his teacher while he was in training for his swordsmanship skills. Keefe had been in battle with the general Airo of Eardom. Both men had been fighting for hours, they had been matching each other move for move, blocking each others strikes. Both mens underclothes were soaked with sweat, their armour swas starting to feel heavier than it had ever been. Keefe was exhausted, but his opponent looked a lot more warn out, since the general was quiet old. When Airo stepped back from Keefe to take a small breather Keefe saw it as his chance to take the general down, Keefe raised his sword above his head, but suddenly he had a stabbing pain rip threw his stomach. He kept his sword over his head and looked down at his stomach. Airo had ran his sword through Keefes stomach. Keefes vision began to blur as he saw a large puddle of blood beneath him, a puddle of his own blood. Airo stood in front of Keefe smiling wickedly at him, looking at his accomplishment. Keefe used his last amount of strength to wipe the wicked smile of Airos face by bringing his sword down onto Airos head, cutting him in half until he had cut Airos heart in half. Airos body fell limply to the ground at Keefes feet, not so much a twitch came from the body. Keefe turned away from the body before sinking down to his knees, looking out at the barren wasteland. But Keefe did not see any of this barren, all he saw was his two year old son walking up to him, smiling the same smile had had inherited from Keefe. His son came up to him and gave Keefe a hug saying "I love you Daddy." Keefe smiled before falling to the ground, the image of his son had just been a figment of his imagination, but because of the illusion Keefe died with a smile on his lips. An hour later the battle had ended as the Eardom knights retreated. And that was when the stand still in the war began.
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