After two months in the road, Titus was weary from his carriage ride to the great city of Academy. He read a sign that said, "Welcome to Academy, a wonderful place of learning and drinking!" Pfft, he thought. Sillsing was warmer. He was then greeted by an ecstatic older-looking man. "TITUS! YOU MADE IT!" King Plato yelled as he recognized the man wondering in his city. "Come this way, you have people to meet."
"Ok, hold on your majesty, what is going on here?"
"You will learn that when we get all met up. Trust me, you'll want what we are offering."
Titus followed Plato into the large castle which dominated the city's upper portion. The city had been founded by Plato to be a university city, that is, a place of learning. Plato had no interest in governing a people whose only interest were drinking, eating, and staying warm.
As Titus was lead into the meeting room, he took note of the soldiers guarding the doorway into the upper levels of the castle. They where large and fully armored. The common law of the land formed after Michael's death. The law formed the governments and chivalrous code that men called to be knights followed. Knights and soldiers were ment to protect the innocent and important, so what was in the upper levels of the castle that was so important?
"Titus, I would like to introduce to you King Mao of Dragonrock Castle, King Washington of Eagle's Nest, and King Bonaparte of Lion's Point." Plato gestured to the other kings to wave, which all did.
"It is an honor to meet all of you," Titus said with a slight quiver. These men were armored and tall. Each one stood at least a head over him, save for King Plato, and they where very muscular as well. "Who are these men," Titus thought.
"Well, it is nice to see a diplomat amongst such large men, eh?" said Plato nudging Titus.
One of the men stepped forward and introduced himself, "My name is King Bonaparte of Lion's Point. I am also known as the greatest knight east of the Silver mountain."
The Silver Mountain was the largest mountain in the southern range that stretched from the south and narrowed northward. The mountain got its name from the silver shine of its stone. It was here where Michael split his soul, and underneath was a small, shallow lake. Caves in the mountains all lead to the lake, which always was shrouded in mist, becoming known as the Misted Lake. It was said that Michael's three souls would each come here, the prophesy stating one would die there, one would be buried there, and the last would be born there.
"Let's not keep the man waiting, he must know quickly what it is we have him here for," said Plato to the other kings.
In agreeness, the four kings lead Titus into the upper levels of the castle.