Once, in the land of Trojas, there ruled a king over a prosperous nation known for its vast lands, strong warriors, and welcoming people. Ceremus Rohel Marcrinus, a young prince, dreamed of one day sitting upon the throne, just as his noble father, King Peleus, had before him. He admired his father and grandfather, both honorable men whose hearts were dedicated to the welfare of their people.
Ceremus longed to follow in their footsteps.
But when Ceremus finally came of age to rule, his father fell ill with a disease no one could cure. In desperation, Ceremus begged his mother, Aria—who possessed the power to heal—to save his father. Despite his tears and hopeful gaze, she sorrowfully explained that unfortunately, his fate wasn't in her hands, and that this was something that needed to come to pass, but to not feel sad nor discouraged because his father's death was simply nature running its course.
Heartbroken and unable to understand why such a good man had to suffer, Ceremus wished more than anything for his father to witness his ascent to the throne. But fate was a cruel mistress, and Peleus died, leaving Ceremus behind to shoulder his crown in grief.
Though consumed by sorrow, Ceremus knew he could not neglect his duty. His first years as king were marked by kindness and wisdom as he worked for the prosperity of his people. Yet the pain of loss lingered within, and in his loneliness, Ceremus turned to drinking to numb the ache. His mother was often absent, tending to her godly duties, and as the days passed, Ceremus's once-compassionate nature began to wither, replaced by the numbness of his heartache.
He started to live a hedonistic lifestyle—engaging in fights, sleeping with countless women and becoming easily angered.
Over time, Ceremus's once-benevolent reign soured. His desire for personal indulgence and power led to tyranny, plunging the people of Trojas into misery. The golden years, once marked by his wisdom and kindness, faded into an era of fear and unrest. The citizens trembled at his anger, never knowing when they would incur his wrath.
Desperate for change, they cried out to Kaleeso, their creator, for deliverance.
Moved by their pleas, the goddess decided to act. She would create a being capable of challenging Ceremus in every way, someone who could make him see reason once again.
Far from civilization, in the sacred forest of Aphthonia, a land untouched by human hands, the animals lived in harmony. Herbivores grazed peacefully, while carnivores and omnivores rested under the shade. But one day, the earth trembled. The ground cracked open, and from the dirt emerged a brilliant light.
The animals watched in awe as a child, no older than a year, emerged from the crack. With hair as white as snow and eyes that shone brighter than the stars, the mysterious child left them speechless. As they pondered this strange being's arrival, a voice echoed from the heavens.
"My dear animals, watch over this child as he grows. He shall be your protector and provider. When the time comes, he shall leave the forest to fulfill his destiny."
The child, no longer glowing, gazed curiously at the animals with wide blue eyes. He babbled and giggled, and the animals, understanding their divine charge, promised to care for him until he was ready to embark on his journey.
This child would become the savior of Trojas, bringing change to Ceremus' life. And this, indeed, is the epic of that man.