After Xiphos' father united the Great Nations during the first battle of Inamorta. Things... were good for a while. Until his mother, a great woman made the spears' guard herself, gave birth to him, and the rest of the royal siblings. We as generals, knew it wouldn't belong, his father would rightly want his own heirs, leading his armies. We begged his father to keep the old way, selected by the trials of superiority. He agreed, and in hindsight... the worst outcome. Arches from the house of Archidons... was the first to lose their position. Next was Mera, from the house—Meric, who won at the time... eventually, we all failed—even me, loyal to Xiphos' father through two great wars, Adicai could barely see over his field, I... didn't last long, I was defeated... as if... I were a child. Many of us split by rebel recruiters, we were tempted by the prospect of taking back what was ours. I was sworn, to protect the royal siblings, not to take orders from children... when Adicai was struck down the battle... surely, it was my turn to step back in, his father assigns Atreyos to leave—a boy who doesn't even train himself, he's never in school and worst of all... doesn't believe in the way of the Spearton. Oh, that was the final splinter, I left to find my own way, hundreds loyal to me... followed, we were in search... of the old ways, but we were led to was... something ancient, something magical, and it changed everything. It turns out, we're not the only ones that got lucky.