Prologue:
Indeed, I write to you, O the honorable Mors, regarding what was passed down among the people of the royal court of the Kingdom of the Sun, Ural, of letters of eight kings who ruled it in succession from the day of its birth in the Year of Unification. And I am a man who bears witness before God to what is in his heart, that what I convey to you is the truth of what has reached us from news and what was recorded repeatedly by the scribes of the court, from the first founding king to the late king Daniel I.
So, O the honorable Mors, read carefully and with insight, that you may know the history of kings who died and lived so that the sun would not set over the land of this great kingdom.
May the great land of the sun Ural live on, and may the kings who lived for its elevation and its glory among kingdoms and nations live on.
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Chapter One:
Indeed, one of the greatest of those carried by this land on its soil and dirt was the unifier, king of dawn and fire, Faril I. He was the son of a duke from the Duchy of Ural, the initial seed of this great kingdom, where the fertile field of flowers nourished it with bounties and provisions from every direction and side.
In his time, our lands were nothing but warring duchies, one devouring the other, and not a day passed except a war had erupted among them, burning the green and the dry.
And when the unifying king Faril I saw the wars and the endless blood, he rose from his seat and marched to unite them with war and peace—sword in the right and olive branch in the left. So whoever wanted good, let him take the hand with the olive branch, and whoever wanted evil, here is the hand that carries the sword in his face, humiliating him and breaking his pride, casting him among the dead or leaving him lame and paralyzed among the wounded, humiliated and disgraced.
And when the king wanted this and carried it on his back and resolved firmly, he sent to the kings and dukes of the quarreling lands of Dhuibla a letter in which he informed them of his decision and his determination to fight whoever disobeyed him, and it came in its content, as preserved by the court and kept, the following:
> "Indeed, it is from Faril, prince and duke of the city of Ural, to the kings of the cities beyond the High Horizon Mountains. I inform you of what I resolved to do, and what I shall set out for with my sword. You have corrupted and killed, and you have destroyed the crops and the offspring, and left the people no life nor hope. So know that I shall stand before you with this sword of mine to break your arrogance and pride, and I shall force you into unity and reform, and carve with it a path for prosperity and goodness and bounties, so this land may be set straight with justice and security built upon the ruins of your arrogance. So listen and understand, obey so that you may succeed. The sword is in my hand for the one who disobeys and rebels with pride, and the olive branch is in the other hand for the one who obeys and submits to our rule. So know, and listen, and obey.
This letter is from Faril, prince of Ural today and king over you all."
After this great letter, the king marched to the kingdoms of the quarrelsome kings who destroyed the land and ruined its crops and offspring. Small kingdoms surrounding the Duchy of Ural submitted to him, and he gave them safety in loyalty to his word. Then he fought duchies close to him like the Duchy of Heron and the Duchy of Butava, whose kings he addressed in several short letters, the most prominent being the first letter to Marquiol II, ruler of Heron, and it came in its content the following:
> "You, kings of Heron, have chosen, and know that the walls of your city will not protect you and will not give you hope. For I came to you with a mighty army, if I command them to dig the ropes and crush them utterly until they become rubble, they would do so, and they have the ability. So enjoy, for tomorrow is our war and the day after is my victory."
After this letter, King Faril imposed a siege on the city of Heron and crushed it utterly for three nights and four continuous days, in which the sounds of sword strikes and the screams of soldiers did not cease.
And after bitter fighting, King Faril entered the city as a conqueror after its gates were broken and its walls cracked, and its people could no longer bear the war, so they overthrew their king Marquiol II and brought him to Faril, who struck off his neck with the sword, then allowed the dead man's family to bury him out of respect.
After the city of Heron fell, the king marched with his army to the Duchy of Butava. On his way there, a message reached him from its king, Kryon I, saying:
> "O King Faril, I am the king of Butava, and I inform you in this letter that Butava declares its submission to your command to protect the blood of its people and the lives of its citizens. And we hope for your forgiveness and pardon. To you is obedience and command over us, so do as you wish and we shall not disobey your rule."
It is mentioned that after the king read this letter, he smiled and ordered that a letter be written in response that said:
> "O King Kryon, I have accepted your submission and reconciliation, and I indeed pardon you and the people of your city. And I leave you to rule it—you and your descendants after you—as long as you obey me and your people obey my command."
Thus, Butava and Heron were annexed to the kingdom of Ural as the first two large cities to submit to it. After conquering them, the king returned to his palace and stayed there for a few months, resting his army and himself.
Then he resumed his march and passed through villages and towns; the small ones submitted, and the large ones resisted, so he fought them and struck them with his sword. Some defied him, others submitted. He united a large part of the current northern lands after years of fighting, peace, reconciliation, and treaties.
And on a summer day in the year 542 of the Solar Calendar, King Faril became ill with a strange disease and tremor that did not stop except with sedatives and wine.
He remained in this illness for several months, during which his eldest son, Heris—known among the people and the court as the Prince of Light for his forgiveness and justice and good qualities that filled the hearts of the people with love for him and gave him favor in his father's court among nobles and high ranks—ruled in his stead.
And on a winter day in the year 543 of the Solar Calendar, the illness intensified upon King Faril, and he felt that his hour had come and that his time in this world had run out. So he ordered a scribe to write a final letter to be delivered to his son Heris, and he dictated it, and it is told here:
> "From King Faril, King of Ural, in what remains of minutes or hours, to his son and crown prince Heris.
After this, I send you my greetings and inform you that I have little left in this world, and I believe that death will reach me before this writing reaches you.
So I tell you and advise you matters, so accept them and obey the word of your king, then the word of your father.
After my death, know that dogs will pounce upon you and the worst of creation and the dogs from kings and subjects will covet you.
So take the matter with strength and hold the sword in your right hand and strike every rebel against your command with it.
And whoever obeys, give him safety, and whoever does good, be good to him.
I have left you a strong army feared by this continent from the Mountains of the Horizons to the Sea of Asheer in the south.
So do not trust it or rely on it, but lead it as I led it—with wisdom, mind, and consultation.
Then do what is your duty towards the people and rule them with justice and do not wrong a servant among them, whether he is weak and humiliated or strong and noble of high status.
This is my final word, so obey it as a command from a king and a request from a father."
And a few hours after this letter, the warrior king Faril, King of Dawn, died at the age of 43 years, more or less by a few months. His son, King Heris, the Prince of Light, inherited the rule and buried his father in the royal family tombs in the Garden of Flowers, and eulogized him saying:
> "Perhaps the tombs weep for you, O great king,
And the birds sing your name in the sky.
So you remained and stayed in the hearts of a people
Who do not forget the good and the righteous."
May the great king rest in peace in his resting place and enjoy the rest he deserves. May he sleep with a peaceful eye, a great unifier and king, and a merciful father he was.