Prologue - Where it all Started
This is an old tale,
A story from before the Celestial Knights, ever knew they were the Chosen Ones, before their names carried weight, before destiny ever whispered its calling.
For long before them,
Others had stood for Elvaine. Others had fought beneath its banners, bled upon its soil, and faded quietly into the forgotten pages of time...
...Yet some stories refuse to die.
Refuse to fade and let the slow tide of years swallow them whole.
They endure.
Carried through time and across distant lands, whispering their lessons to whoever willing to listen. Stories that refuse silence. Stories that insist on being known.
And this old heart remembers...
It aches with their memory.
For justice,
Is a curious thing…
It toys with the soul, stirring a longing that never quite fades. A yearning for what was lost, and what might have been...
So listen well, fellow travelers.
Let us hear once more the echoes of the past.
Let the years turn back like pages in a worn and weathered book, to a time nearly forgotten...
To the beginning of a story...
Enjoy it...
...While you can.
