Written by Aelyzabeth von Thors.
As the aeons drifted into dust and the scars of memory deepened into the marrow of the soul — Zyon Thorssius, nearing his thirtieth year, fled the land of his birth: Romulius, once radiant as the sun, now drowned in envy and treachery. Through mountains and ravines he wandered, until he reached a distant northern realm known as Yudarus — the kingdom of King Yeti the Fifteenth, a sovereign of long nose and longer deceit, whose heart was blacker than the void between the stars.
The people of Yudarus were of a race infamous among men — cunning, covetous, and cruel. They seized the lands of others and proclaimed themselves the pinnacle of creation. Beneath the shadow of their empire echoed the clamor of chains and the laments of ten thousand slaves, bound in quarries and blood-stained fields. Never did the heavens above Yudarus shine blue; they were veiled in a pall of smoke, the breath of suffering itself.
Zyon cloaked himself in humility, feigning the life of a nameless servant. Yet as he beheld the torment of the enslaved, his silence seethed with wrath — the quiet fury of one who knows the sting of bondage. One night, upon finding a woman scourged to near death, he tended her wounds, and in her eyes he saw the reflection of his own youth — a soul shackled by injustice.
Thus began his work in secret. Using his intellect and the arts of war, Zyon forged a network among the oppressed. He taught them the ways of the sword and the strength of the mind; he lit the ember of freedom in hearts long grown cold. Yet even when the chains were broken, they were not yet free — for they had forgotten what liberty meant.
Then Zyon spoke unto them:
"If the world must have a master, let it be one who guards freedom — not devours it."
He became the leader of the freed and raised the banner of revolt. The armories of Yudarus were seized, and the fires of rebellion spread across the land. For nine long years, civil war ravaged the kingdom — earth trembling, skies aflame, and the tears of slaves mingling with the blood of kings.
Amidst the chaos, Zyon found a child — a boy of seven, orphaned and alone, born of Romulius as he was. In the boy's eyes glimmered the final light of hope in a world steeped in despair. Zyon took him as his own son, for he had neither wife nor kin; and in that child, the weary warrior found his purpose renewed.
When at last the war was won, and the tyrant Yeti was cast down from his throne of cruelty, Zyon did not slay in vengeance. Instead, he spoke judgment in the name of justice:
"Ye who were born of deceit shall return to the root of your being — bereft of honor, bereft of reason, mere beasts bound by instinct."
With the science of Romulius, Zyon transformed the race of Yudus, the rulers of Yudarus, into two kinds of beasts:Those with tails became the Wild Monkey, doomed to the forests;Those without tails became the Monkey of Thought, a reminder that wisdom without virtue is but the shadow of greatness.
Then Zyon led the survivors of his rebellion eastward, to the far horizon. There, upon untamed soil, he built a new city encircling the Eternalis Spire — a tower piercing the heavens, the monument of freedom reborn. Around it rose a realm of farmers, craftsmen, and scholars — a civilization founded not on tyranny, but upon the will of free men.
When the first stone of the city's wall was laid, Zyon lifted his gaze to the firmament and swore an oath to the stars:
"So long as one man remains in chains, my struggle shall not cease.For freedom is not a gift bestowed from heaven —it is the harvest of our own blood and resolve."
I, Aelyzabeth von Thors, bow in reverence before the spirit of the hero who defied the laws of nature itself —the one who proclaimed that Man shall no longer be the slave of kings, nor gods, nor fate.
"Let it be inscribed for eternity —The Emancipation of the Slaves by Zyon Thorssiusstands as the supreme grace that united the Human Race as one."
— From the Codex Aelyzabetha: On the Dawn of Human Liberty
Thus ends Chapter B-V.