But such idyll was short-lived.

Structure was brought into play, and with it the adoption of royalty. Kings and Queens rose to delegate and speak for their people: emissaries of The Scribe, who once imparted his words to those who required it most.

His messages, slowly unraveling the more they were said, began to bear a growing bias from the subtle influence of two essences, something which he could not quell even if he tried. Ideas he had never had became common conception. Tales turned into agendas, and once shared grounds were claimed in the name of a splintering kingdom's opposing beliefs.

The same grounds where sparks of conflict would alight...