Apollo

The Great Kingdoms had lived in peace since the God of Life created them a million years ago. There had never been war between them, and everyone lived in harmony. Until a king rose in the Kingdom of the West. He was not just a normal king. He was a conquerer.

His name was king Apollo. Ever since he was a kid, he had known he was destined to be a great ruler. The best that had ever lived. He was the second successor in line, after his brother, Caius. Caius was meant to become king, until he was brutally murdered by Apollo. That way, the youngest son became king of Solaria. But his hunger for power didn't stop there. He wanted it all.

So, his conquest started. One by one, the seven kingdoms fell. First Valeria, then Cassara, and even Valen and Tibro didn't stand a chance. They all fell, until only three of them were left. Lumaria, Sohot and Terebris.

The people of Lumaria knew they were next. They were the kingdom that was seperating Apollo from the two other kingdoms. Lumaria was in his way, and he would make quick work of that.

It was early in the morning when the alarm horn sounded. Everyone in Lumaria knew what it meant: Apollo had arrived.