(And the ending as promised, albeit somewhat late)
The governing of a city and the presence of his daughter had made Aeneas much more calm as he now approached the age of fifty, as he sat outside of the room. The screams from the room finally stopped, only to be replaced by a different scream, shriek and more penetrating than before. As the door was opened Aeneas stood up and entered the room. He kissed the forehead of his daughter and lifted up his newly born grandson. “Welcome to the world of men Garas, he said as a smile appeared on his battle torn face.
During her time in Kazakh Ariana had grown to become a beautiful lady and her beauty alongside her father’s positions made her a highly sought after bride. There are some who considered her nothing but a high ranked bastard, as her parents had never married. Ariana however was legitimized by her father straight at birth, making her a true Quintus Ennius. Where many had attempted to woe her, none was as convincing as the young prince of the royal Kalkandelen family she would ultimately marry, further cementing the alliance between these families. It was to these two that the young Garas Kalkandelen was born in the Omsk peninsula in the minor city of Kazakh.
The happiness felt that day would not last long however. It was clear that there was something brewing gin the area when several of the Fontanese lions disappeared. Many rumors have been spread, of kidnapping, an ambush and even sorcery from the elven domain. Whatever it was, Fontan found itself severely weakened and combined with a rebellious Duke the tables of war would soon be turned. The sultanate was pushed back from Oroya making way for the nobility of OR to settle once more. Despite tradition they called their new nation Nivemus. Around that time an even greater tragedy shook the Sultanate howver. An assassin of unknown origin had managed to find its way into Kazakh city and managed to poison the wines of both Aeneas and the Kalkandelen prince with a poison so vicious neither stood a chance. It was only through fortune that Ariana too did not fall, as the struck with mild fever had gone to bed early that night. Later that night an assassin was stopped and killed by her guards in an attempt to finish where had failed. His last words would stick with Ariana for the rest of her life: “Others will come, you and your son will never be safe, the north will be your end.â€
Garas was not even two years old at the time, but it would shape him more than he may ever consider. Shortly thereafter Ariana, without husband, without a father, and only a young boy to take care off set sail to Dwilight, to hide in a faraway forest as she changed her name. All to keep her son from harm, so that he would one day reach adulthood despite that wretched East Continent.
