Once upon a time there was a great Kingdom that lied in the west. This kingdom was vast and wealthy; it's people thrived and lived peacefully. The kingdom was ruled by a single royal family, who reigned over the people with care and thought. One day the kingdom from the east decided to lay ruin to the kingdom in the west. The whole kingdom and its people were burned down, all seemingly at the hands of a young boy. The king and queen of the west kingdom had a young daughter who was to inherit the throne. The daughter watched as her family and home burned to the ground, luckily she was able to survive and flee to a neighboring kingdom. The Kingdom in the east was left in rubble and ruin; the girl was left alone and homeless; the boy returned to his kingdom and was welcomed graciously. Over the years the kingdom was forgotten along with the people who lived there.
The daughter ever forgot, she swore revenge on the boy who burned down her home.