Once upon a time, a Hero was summoned.
In the world of Heftel, on the continent of Kilta, was where this warrior was summoned. The hero's appearance was nothing short of a miracle to the people of the Kutil Kingdom. Though, even then, other nations dared to test this new Hero in their own ways.
The He'var* that had settled in the Emerald Jungles of the south east were the first to step up. Through the trials of the Eternal Hunt, the Hero bested the Hevar in speed and agility. They returned with almost twice the Dark Beasts than all of Hevar's best Hunters combined. In recognition, they gifted them E'kar's Spear that was said to pierce even the most ferocious of beasts.
The Yu'jiur* who settled in the Forest of Wisps to the west tested the Hero's will by sending them to the Labrinth of Corruption. After two weeks of fighting their own demons, the Hero emerged with a will stronger than the Great Elders of the Yu'jiur race. In recognition, they gifted the Hero the Circlet of Spirits. This protected the Hero from any mental magic attacks and kept them calm through any ordeal.
The Kil'Vahn* of the north western Jagged Peaks tested the Hero's endurance. For 60 days, they climbed the mountains one by one with not a hand to help. Afterwards, the Hero stood by the forge as the Kil'Lur crafted the Mountain's Heart. This armor allowed the Hero the ability to withstand any assault, physical or magic.
The Mu'Del* of the Eclipse Volcanoes to the north simply asked one question to the Hero. Is this world truly worth living for? This answer would not be given for three months. During this time, the Hero interacted with the worlds most fearsome race in a way no one could. Once the answer was given, the Mu'Del King personally gave them Fereli's Heart. This gift gave the Hero vitality comparable to the Mu'Del's.
The Oracian* and Betak* races of the Sleeping Plains to the south west tested the Hero's ability to lead. For 6 months, they fought shoulder to shoulder to protect the other nations from the overwhelming enemy. Through live combat, the Hero gained the ability to lead and strategize any operation and see them through to the end. As the Dark Beasts finally retreated back to the southern Waving Dunes, both the Oracians and Betaks gifted their new leader with Gartal's Shield. This allowed the Hero to stand on the front lines and protect any innocents behind them.
After 3 years, the Hero had gained all they needed from the various races. After returning to the Kilta Kingdom, the king of the An'Pal* brought all of the leaders of each nation together to finally bring the assault to the Hero's destined enemy.
The Lost.
No one knew where this enemy came from or what their objective was. The only warning the continent had received was from a survivor that had washed ashore. After uttering but a single sentence, they passed away due to their prolonged injuries.
Efnal has fallen.
The continent to the east of Kilta was not only much larger in comparison, but also held the now extinct He'kil* and He'gyn* races. They were known for their love of peace.
Many races on the Kilta continent had once thought of invading this new land and expanding their influence, but were stopped by the Ge'bal* races in the seas. The stories of these races ferocity against invaders made even the Mu'Del, the most prideful and ferocious of the Kital races, shudder at the thought of facing them.
As this was told to the Hero, they felt a need to avenge the fallen races after a long meeting held between all races. 6 months after the meeting concluded was when the Hero finally stepped onto the beaches of Efnal.
After that, the Gods turned their gazes away from the world. With only one survivor to tell the tale, the races of Kital was forced to face a simple and horrifying truth. The Hero turned against the world of Heftel.
Only 2 facts about the betrayal could be determined. The first was that it took not even a week for the Hero to turn on their comrades. The second, and most horrifying, was that the Hero was only slain after everyone else was killed. The only reason the survivor was allowed to kill the Hero was because of two reasons.
Guilt and warning.
"Yes yes, supposedly, the Hero felt 'guilty' to be summoned for no other reason than to kill this supposed 'peaceful race.' We've all heard of the legends, Lord Giltaris, but what does this have to do with our current situation?" A greyed An'Pal finally spoke up after the lengthy story.
"It has everything to do with it, King Kutil. We must not, under any circumstances, go to Efnal!" The Mu'Del Lord Giltaris yelled as he slammed his fist down on the table. Thankfully, he was Polymorphed into his Mu'fal* form with less strength.
"I must agree with King Kutil on this." The He'Val Lion sitting across from Giltaris sighed begrudgingly. "If we sit and do nothing, we risk annihilation from the Empire."
"This is true. The Ge'Bal have confirmed the Empires movements and are trying to keep them from invading. At this moment, they are fighting a losing battle." The Yu'jiur sitting at the other end of the table from King Kutil spoke up as she held up her hand.
"That is understandable, Queen Fe'jiur, Pride Belagot, but the risk of fighting on two fronts cannot be worth it!" Lord Giltaris shouted as he waved his hand in gesture. His deep red scales on the nape of his neck glowed a bit in anger, making his mate rest her hand on his knee to calm him a little.
"My apologies, I just don't wish to see everything we've built fall because of a foolish gamble." Lord Giltaris sighed as he leaned back in his chair.
"It is understandable, Lord Giltaris. With one of the slain being your father, this does seem like a large ask from us." King Kutil sighed as he shook his head.
"I must apologize, but my people cannot join the envoy. I've called for Kaladar's Pride and must be with my people." The Kil'Vahn huffed as he folded his muscular arms over his chest.
"That is fine, Elder Coalheart. I apologize for pulling you from your forge at a time like this. How are the preparations on your end?" King Kutil asked as he rubbed his eyes. Though the man was only middle aged, the grey hair mixed with his deep, sunken eyes made him seem to old to hold the throne.
"Ships and weapons are ready. The rest will be on you lot." Elder Coalheart nodded to King Kutil before gesturing to the Oracian across from him. "Honor Her'Kash, since you wish to go as the escort, I have personally made your armor and axe."
"Thank you, Elder. I promise to bring them glory worthy of your name." The Oracian chuckled with a prideful smirk.
"So you have all already agreed to do this then." Lord Giltaris let out a defeated sigh and looked down to his hands. "Was there a need for me to come?"
"Yes. We needed you to know of our plans before we send our people out." King Kutil nodded as he turned to Queen Fe'jiur. "What do the Gods think of our efforts?"
"The Gods, as usual, we're happy to make contact with us. However, when I mentioned our plans to go to Efnal..." Queen Fe'jiur sighed as she shook her head. She had a skeptical look on her face, tapping away at her cheek with single finger. "They showed a mixture of pity and sadness before telling me where we should land."
"The Gods did? Does this mean-"
"No, I can assure you it was not for us, but for the task they had given instead. Or rather, the person we are tasked to find and ask to help us." Queen Fe'jiur interrupted the An'Pal with the wave of her hand.
"A person? You mean on Efnal?" Pride Belagot asked, cocking his brow.
"Indeed. Be warned, as even the Gods have asked us to be mindful around this person."
"Does this person demand such respect that even They need to be wary?" Pride Belagot asked in a softer tone. After closing his eyes and holding his maw for a silent moment, he finally looked up to King Kutil before holding his massive hand up in gesture. "If this is the case, why not send my daughter as well?"
"My friend, with how much you coddle her..." King Kutil stopped as the Lion-Kin held up his hand.
"I understand your sentiments. However, both Honor Her'Kash and Queen Fe'jiur can vouch for both her prowess on the battlefield and in court."
The two nodded in agreement as they eyed the An'Pal. After looking between the two, all the man could do was sigh and lean back in his chair.
"If this is your wish, I shall not reject. Queen Fe'jiur, where have the Gods asked us to land?"
"The only place we have ever been." Queen Fe'jiur replied as she stood up and gestured to the large map making up the table itself.
"Light's Break." The King sighed as he, as well as everyone at the table, eyed the very spot where legends went to die.