Chapter 1- Halador, The Land of Beauty

[talesofknights]

Looking over the vast mountains, the armed warrior of old gazed upon the glory of this land. Could this be true? Had he finally reached the Kingdom of Halador? He had been told by many travelers of this kingdom and its pristine beauty, but never had he believed these old wandering fools. But once he had reached the land he realized how truly unspoiled this territory was, for it was perfect. The open lands were only severed by towering, jagged yet distant mountains. A swift hawk caught his eyes as it flew across the plains in search for prey. “Who owns this kingdom?” he asked himself as he watched the ways of life unfold around him. Halador had never seemed possible to the fortified fighter whose life revolved around training for battle and fighting for his land. But now as he looked upon the beauty surrounding him, he found his own land not worth fighting over, for the Kingdom of Halador had beauty and peace that he had never before seen. A peace that this warrior wished to disturb for as long as needed until it was his. He would summon an army and take this land from the weak Kingdom that stood upon it. The Kingdom of Halador would fall under the army from the West and a new king would be crowned. And that king would be this warrior, wielding his glimmering sword that was once his fore father in the wars of old as he strikes down upon his enemy with the iron fist of war.

-Grant