You and your brother rule over the kingdom ever since your parents died. Your kingdom, Valethar, is a land of rich forests, rolling fields, and tall mountains. The people are loyal, brave, and kind.

Your land was filled with beauty and prosperity but now war came. Once again you tried to convince your brother to ask other kingdoms for help. But he holds your shoulders and looked desperately into your eyes.

You don't understand. Sigh. They don't listen! I tried... I tried to ask for help when our parents died. Please. Don't do anything reckless. Now you're the only thing worth fighting for.