This is the story told by Prince Helios of the founding of his kingdom…
At the dawn of civilization, the kingdom of Cyra was not what it is now. It was largely populated by tribes loosely organized based on kinship ties. People lived in semi-permanent dwellings and traveled great distances to ensure their small herds of goats were adequately fed and watered.
Subsistence was hard, yet existence was simple. And everyone seemed content. Science and art barely existed, but no one minded much. If you didn't know about it, you couldn't miss it. Right?
But things were about to change dramatically.
Whilst travelling to the oasis to feed and water his small herd of goats, a young man of humble ancestry stumbled upon a mysterious stranger burned by the sun and dying of thirst. A fierce sandstorm had scored his flesh raw and made him partially blind.
