More than five hundred years after the expulsion of humans by the elves from the Land of Arathia and their arrival in Santara, Mount Mokot erupted, the explosion leaving a large crater in the southern part of the Santara mainland.
Dark magic was born from the depths of the earth, followed by creatures with arrow hooves and poison fangs, iron skin with bones made of copper. Death did not fear them because they were death. Their roar was heard from the slaughter and destruction caused by thousands of orcs called Tretos.
The Tretos led by Malakar, the lord of darkness and death, moved as fast as Simar covering the entire southern part of Santara with their shadows, seizing every life that existed and bringing all to a teeth-gnashing end.
Bloody news came from the south to the House Lords who were constantly fighting for territory and power in the East, West and North of Santara. A messenger from the south came with a scroll that told of the horrors of war in the south with the last few pages reading:
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"They attacked in the shadows unseen, with a force we have never seen before. The South has fallen, drowned in darkness, covered in blood and tears. Our cities and villages have fallen to the flames of their destruction, our towers and fortresses unable to save our souls from the curse that has befallen us."
"Our king, our father, our protector, stepped forward with the remnants of his army, bravely facing the enemy. And so our king's name became the last name among the stories of the great kings of the south when the last warriors of the south fell to the world of the dead by the sword of darkness. Only we remained, holding on in fear in our last stronghold, waiting for the moment to join our ancestors and kings in the world of the dead."
"It was too late to ask for help for us when our rulers felt ashamed to ask for help from outside the south. For hundreds of years we ruled in luxury and greatness in the prosperous South, elevating ourselves above others in splendor and looking down on those who lived outside the south, but in the blink of an eye we were humbled by the sword and spear that destroyed us because of the arrogance and pride of our kings.
"To the rulers of East, West, and North Santara, reflect on our destruction. No king or lord can save himself from this curse alone. Take up swords and advance together, for it is the unity of Santara that can save it from this calamity."
"This is the history and last lineage of the southern Santara, for the sake of your lineage, unite and live your history on this land."
"I write with fading hope, forty-three troops and two hundred and twenty-seven refugees are still alive as of this writing."
"The 5th day, in the 7th month, in the year 581"
"Gloldondir - Commander of the Nervolis Fortress -"
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Amidst the commotion and fear that prevailed, an emergency meeting was held, where the leaders of each region gathered for the first time in a long time. So in the urgent situation, the House Lords of East, West and North Santara decided to unite their power into three different kingdoms under three rulers.
The Kingdom of Estravar was founded in the East by the Lords and Houses, with Athran Thazeiros, Lord of Red-Eriel of House Thazeiros, as their first great King.
As the first monarch of the Oceareest Kingdom in the West with King Hurern Farynor, Lord Blustarion of House Farynore united all Lords and Houses under one banner.
Varmund Ravamyar, Lord of Codinel of the Ravamyar House, was crowned as the first King as the Lords and Houses of the snowy North united their banners under his rule under the Kingdom of Snotrezia.
From every corner of Santara, three kingdoms with their three kings advanced under three banners towards the Blackrock mountain valley to confront the demons of hell.
On that day, the ground shook as more than fifty thousand brave troops marched forward in unison south into the valley between the towering mountains on the right and left. Although full of differences with each other, they had the same goal, to destroy the enemy and get out alive.
The Three Kingdoms Alliance marched through the valley, waiting with bated breath, for these were the darkest days for even the bravest of warriors. Estravar's forces were on the right, Ocearest's forces on the left, and in the middle stood Snotrezia's forces.
Also the war beasts of the kings were brought to the battlefield. The House of Thazeiros led dozens of Simar which were lions with giant bodies, including King Athran Thazeiros, who rode his largest Simar. In addition, the King's sister, Linura Thazeiros, rode a small Simar but the fastest on land. King Hurern Farynore rode an Elrak which was a very large Eagle with the ability to fly to the highest altitudes, as did dozens of Elrak belonging to the other House of Farynore. King Varmund Ravamyar rode his Gamorth of Coldenice, a woolly rhinoceros with steel horns and legs as strong as cedar trees, as well as a dozen other Gamorth controlled by the House of Ravamyar.
Each war creature, becomes a symbol of hope and strength for the troops. They are the pillars of courage that will hold back the pace of darkness. This alliance built on unity and trust, though coming from different backgrounds, now stands together in one noble goal.
Until in the tense silence, the sound of the wind blowing through the valley felt like a whisper from the past, reminding them of the battle to come. The soldiers, clad in armor that gleamed in the faint sunlight, held their weapons tightly, ready to face the coming threat.
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The first day, in the 8th month, in the year 581
As the sun began to set behind the towering mountain peaks, a roar echoed in the distance. The alliance forces took a deep breath, preparing themselves to face an enemy from their worst nightmares until night fell, the stars began to appear in the sky, as if watching anxiously from above, awaiting the outcome that would determine the fate of the free land of Santara.
Then came the sound of metal clanging and a loud roar from the south of the valley drowning out all other sounds. The noise was too loud to hold a conversation, but the warriors of the three kingdom alliance believed in victory because victory was the only choice. Win and live or lose and perish forever.
With a burning spirit, they ran towards the battle, charging into the middle of the field with unwavering courage. The Simar, Elrak, and Gamorth roared and roared, becoming the vanguard that protected the soldiers from the incoming enemy attacks. And so the war was fought, the alliance forces advanced to block the Tretos who began to destroy the front line of the alliance forces.
Amidst the din, King Athran Thazeiros raised his sword high, leading his troops on the right flank of the alliance with a resounding cry. "Lel Esterava, lel Santaria, elel corunos malar" he shouted in the ancient Arathia language which means; "For Estravar, for Santara, for the glory of mankind!", and the shout was greeted with thunderous cheers from the Estravar troops who followed him, blocking the tretos on the right flank.
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"Lel Esterava, Lel Santaria, Elel Corunos Malar"
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Meanwhile, in the middle of the field, King Varmund Ravamyar and the Snotrezian army, with their Gamorth powers, pushed forward with unstoppable force. The Gamorth, with their massive bodies and steel-like strength, charged at the enemy with their horns, clearing the way for the Snotrezian army to break through Tretos' defenses and begin to pierce their enemy's lines.
King Hurern Farynore flew away on his elrak, leaving his troops who could hold their ground against the tretos. From a height he charged at the rear of the tretos army with the sharp claws of Aras, disrupting the left flank of the tretos. The sound of Elrak's screams echoing in the air increased the fighting spirit of the Ocearest soldiers below, making them fight harder and advance slowly.
In the heart of the raging battle in the valley of the Blackrock Mountains, King Athran Thazeiros, who continued to advance bravely, was lost in the encirclement of the tretos. In front of him, there was a figure with eyes blazing with fire, the terrifying Malakar with an aura of darkness enveloping his surroundings.
Athran leapt and let his simar destroy the tretos behind him and he boldly stepped forward to challenge Malakar. And so the battle ensued, with the two exchanging blows that radiated light and darkness. Each sword strike shook the ground beneath them, creating a resonance that echoed through the valley.
Then with great anger, Malakar with his magic threw Athran which made him almost helpless, Malakar then grabbed the neck of the king of Estravar and lifted him into the air about to end his life, then unexpectedly King Varmund came and threw his spear from Gamorth which he was riding, striking Malakar's back which then made him scream and drop Athran to the ground, then from the air King Hurern jumped from his elrak and hit Malakar's head with his sword so that the blow removed the spiked helmet from his head and made him fall with his knees to the ground, then swiftly King Athran got up took his sword and with one slash he separated Malakar's head from his body.
The great Malakar, fell to the ground and his dark body then glowed and burned to ashes. The tretos who knew that their ruler had perished in the fire began to run in fear from the battlefield back to the South. The alliance troops who were too tired to chase them let the tretos go in the shadow of the destruction of the south.
Amidst relief and fatigue, the Alliance soldiers who were still breathing looked around the battlefield that was now starting to calm down. The sky became a silent witness, holding the story that humanity had achieved victory in this battle.
And so on the 2nd day of the 8th month in the year 581, it was announced to all the lands of Santara that in the valley of Blackrock mankind had chosen to live. There was no cheering, no uproar of joy at the victory that was on their side because they remembered the thousands of warriors in the valley, the mankind of the southern kingdom that had vanished from the records of life.
After humanity triumphed over the darkness, the shadow of fear still haunts, especially for the tretos who still hide in the crumbling South. An idea was agreed upon by the three kings, a great wall would be built in the valley of Blackrock, as a fortress that would hold back the darkness and isolate the dark South forever.
For years to come, the Great Wall of Santara will bear witness to new generations growing up with tales of their ancestors' bravery and sacrifice. Each stacked stone tells a story, reminding everyone of the power of unity and determination.
The Great Wall of Santara, though standing as a barrier, is also a symbolic bridge connecting the hearts and spirits of all the people of Santara. A reminder that even though darkness once threatened, light and unity can always overcome all obstacles.
And so, the land of Santara continues their journey, preserving the heritage that has been built with blood, sweat, and tears, ready to face the future with new confidence and courage.