love: is hard to find
friends: are precious
family: will never let you down.
"Bitch, I might be."
This story begins, as most others do, with a man, his wife, and their child. Or lack thereof. I record this now so that others may read it and remember the very true events that I have witnessed as a scribe to the royal throne. It was at least 3200 years since the forests had felt the last scorching breath of dragonfire. The 7th Era began when the land of Auraelias fell under the rule of a new king, Ivan the Conqueror. His army ended the anarchy that broke out when the last king, his brother, was discovered to practice necromancy and was overthrown by an outraged populace. Soon after his coronation as King, Ivan married and all were only too happy to accept the return to normalcy, believing the line would endure in the heirs that Queen Brenna would provide.
For about two decades, the chaos that the anarchy of King Demitri’s murder caused was slow to die out. The majority of the populace was willing to let their anger abate. However, there were a few groups of bandits and rebels that continued to cause trouble and the new King had his hands full trying to bring them to justice. When they were finally drawn out and made to pay for their crimes, the chaotic change in rulers finally came to a close and the King could focus on other things. Like the fact that, in two decades, his wife had yet to bear him an heir. Not for lack of trying, I’m told.