Over three hundred years ago the Emberlin Empire was ruled by a gracious King. He had 4 sons, but the youngest was kidnapped as an infant, never to be seen again. When the King grew old and his health started to fail, he divided the land into 3 kingdoms for his 3 sons, Rimerona, Ardelia and Carastil. Though the eldest son had been given the most land, he was angry at his father, believing he should have been crowned King of all the land. He set out to conquer the other lands. The God's watched never interfering with mankind. Until one Goddess took pity on a peasant in Carastil. Over time she fell in love with him and decided to give up her immortality to help him claim his rightful place as the fourth son and his kingdom. With the Goddess by his side, King Delga created the kingdom of Delgurany. King Carlsten was deafeated and signed a peace treaty. Angry at the Goddess for her meddling the other Gods cursed her to remain mortal, forget her life as a Goddess, and she would only live until her eighteenth birthday, then she would die, doomed to be born again in another country 70 years later. The only way to break her curse was to unite the Kingdoms again. 264 years later "How old am I today?" I asked, my voice shook a little. "It's your 17th birthday!" She said as if I should know, I sighed with relief, one more year, I still had one more year I thought as I threw myself back into the mountain of pillows on my bed.