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## 1,000 YEARS AGO

A thousand year tale of a Legendary Hero and the merciless Demon Lord reached the hearts of children through books and fairy tales alike. The Princess Knight from a Kingdom long past gallantly protected all she believed in. Her armour glistened a pure steel sheen as her blade carved the sunlight with might. The Bastard Child from the slums rose in power, his tenacity and unbreakable will moulded him into an all-powerful being. To fight for all he believed in, his blade pierced the moonlit sky with valour.
The two were destined to clash. Such was inevitable. Such was *fate*.

It is written that the great **Goddess Evacrest** laid down her body and soul, creating the world with everything she had. Her *flesh* became the earth and her *soul* became its core. Every part of her lives on within, blessing the people of the land with a never-ending stream of life. The land continued to thrive generation after generation undisturbed and orderly.

*Until that fateful day...*

The Demon Lord was feared and revered throughout the land of Evacrest. He knew only the ill will of the world. Hopelessness overtook him as he gazed upon the corrupt and impure. He was fated to die a lonesome death, slain by the Princess Knight, his legacy, resented throughout the land; remembered as he who lived to spill red. Why him, when he sought for better? When he had fought for himself and everything he treasured? *He could not accept a fate determined by a God he never believed in.* Every sacrifice, every move he made, every step he took, he believed was necessary. For all he believed in, he fought.

*And so he jumped the tracks of fate, disrupting the stream of life and order the Goddess instilled upon the land.*

With power unbeknownst to Evacrestians, he **severed** the strings of fate. The strings that had bound all beings to the Goddess’ chosen fate for them had been cut up and laid in disarray. Fates and destinies began mixing, intertwining, opportunities and forked paths opened up. People who were never meant to succeed broke away and overcame all odds whereas people who were fated for glory hit rock bottom as failure became a plausible outcome.
The Princess Knight, blinded by her victorious fate, was loved and celebrated by her many peers. *She knew only the order and faith of the world.* She was raised for greatness and righteousness, to defeat any evil which comes her way and protect the lands and lives of each person she could reach. Her Majesty was fated to slay the Demon Lord, purging his immoral deeds from the land. Remembered as she who lived to protect; her legacy was to thrive. She sharpened her blade, ready to pierce the fearsome Lord through his heart. **But nothing was set in stone, not anymore.** Her victory was taken from her by the Demon Lord’s unimaginable power, his soul unyielding, avoiding the swift blow of death by her hands. She was lost in shock unable to accept the disorder, the inaccurate prophecy he alone had bestowed upon her. What did that mean for the people of Evacrest ? How many lives would be ruined?

*And so, the lone Knight sought help. But predicting her next move, so did the lone Lord.*

Grand parties were formed, the finest warriors from all across Evacrest gathered, waging war against one another. **One for justice and peace, the other for freedom and liberty.** The Princess Knight who started the journey alone ended the journey with plenty of comrades. She squared off against the Demon Lord once again, set on their second encounter being their last.  With the last of her breath, she pierced the Lord straight through his heart, sealing both herself and the wretched Lord in stone as the castle their final battle had taken place in, collapsed and sunk into the depths.
*There was no victory. There was no defeat.
In the end, neither won despite their ferocious battle lasting for years.*

The two remaining parties left behind by both Princess and Lord could not stand such an outcome, and began recruiting once more. They were never the story's main characters’, but through their actions, two separate guilds were founded and formed.

*“For the land I will protect, for my people I will fight.”*

— **Phericio**, the people of the Sun and Order

*“I will never be bound to destiny. I will cut the strings of fate.”*

— **Centheria**, the people of the Moon and Freedom.

A thousand years later, with the loose ends of fate, you were able to break away from your mundane life. Even someone like you, who never had the chance to be the main character of an ageless tale…

**You** have the choice to start your own tale.
For Justice or for Freedom?

*What kind of Hero will you become...?*