"We are Thallerion! We will not be defeated!" That was the loud cry of a soldier in the rough face of war. They are not like us, when we were encountered oppression, we were simply avoid trouble or remain silent even we are hurt! Thallerion race will not bow down and remain passive. As long as death has mercy, their knees will not tremble. If you took blood from them, they also desire blood in return.
Perhaps no one in the world wants to remain in a dismal past, but for them, that is the bitter truth etched in their palms. If you believe that human life depends on the ugly lines of our hands, so do the Thallerion. They know their lives are merely instruments in the game of war. Even if the Thallerion do not admit it, every period of their time is raging. Ask the Thallerion soldiers what kind of life they have, and they will only rage in the midst of war. If the Thallerion are condemned by fate to testify before us—how brave they are—they will tell us: 'Even if the blade of our weapon stumbles, we will not retreat!!!'
The tears of the Thallerion will not flow, because their tears are like hardened butter and their skin is like komodo dragon skin, merely numbed by the many wars they have faced.
They proved their loyalty to us by carving an oath in stone. They are ready to sacrifice their lives just as they will fight for you until death; that is how intense their loyalty is. Even as their struggle against the bear, which seems to bite at Thallerion's freedom, continues, they will not cower.
Moonatoria and Thallerion are like two stones bound by war that clash, their blazing bond will never be broken. They may both embrace the fangs of war, but Moonatoria has more endurance.
Every bite of the battle they face is bloody, like a woman giving birth and suffering. How long will they understand that violence brings nothing good to the world? They gamble their lives in death's game; whenever the roulette of war spins, everyone shouts with intense anger—is vengeance the true companion?
With every clang of war, so many soldiers are slain. But even so, they did not stop; hatred begot more hatred. Even if they are wiped out as numerous as sand or stars, the blazing war will not become dew. Their eyes gaze at the sun, a mere illusion of the hope that the soldiers continue to fight until death towards the abyss prepared by Moonatoria; a place without hope forever.
"How long will you realize that you are no match for me and Moonatoria?!" That was what King Hedromus, the king of Moonatoria, said, scratching his head at the Thallerion's resilience. The Moonatorian soldiers howled like hyenas. They wore white armor with a bear's face on their shields. The valiant Ursa served as the symbol of Moonatoria's force.
Their conflict is ceaseless, destined like a planet that never stops rotating. Even if raging meteors rain down, their hearts, as dry as blood stuck to a weapon, will not be swayed; even if thunder strikes Thallerion seventy times, you still cannot stop Moonatoria in their ambition.
No inscription can reveal that the war between the two nations clashing shields will end, but as long as we see no one losing between them, their conflict will continue. Their races are considered rivals, like water and oil. May the day never come when a glass is overturned!
Many years passed, and Thallerion seems to merely circle in the desert's whirlwind; there seems to be no longer any glimmer to clarify their future. This seems to be the time when the sun no longer rises in the east, but even if we offer tears; the claws of war will not pity them.
If we desire peace, so do the people of Thallerion, because they also have hearts like ours, their hearts felt fear for the future of their children. However, the enemy's whispers are like striking vipers, their venomous attacks will never fail. There seems to be no change, only the continuous gnawing of worms on the mantle of the great Thallerion.
Even amidst the scorching war, Thallerion proved to us that fate is truly playful, there is still hope that it will grow, from a seed that found a little soil in the midst of war. The king of Thallerion fell in love and bore a baby. A healthy child was introduced by the king to all the people of Thallerion, and he named him—Xerxez.