Prologue- The day of Ruin

A harsh sea wind swept across the plains of Alorthia. Its cool salty feel matched the tears that fell across the small nation. As the gusts explored the rivers, forests, and meadows, they came across one littered with the smell of death. The caws of crows echoed over the bloodstained ground, ground trampled with the essence of war. The path of the invaders was clear. A muddy trail lead from the death meadow onward through the once dense forest, a forest that was now cleared of all but the largest trees in a span of nearly 40 paces. The small defending force had stood no chance against the larger powers that determined their fate.
The breeze continued on, and was swept up by another gust that carried it across the tops of the forest trees, all the way to a small peninsula far from the destruction. It again lowered close to the ground on a small farm. The strong smell of animal manure was not enough to clean from it the scent of war as it continued along, finally brushing against the cheek of a young child.

Her name was Reina, and this is her tale.