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 "Experience An Epic Tale Of Warfare, Magic, Friendship, And Betrayal." "...the Kingdom of Highland and the Jowston League of City-States. The latter of which is comprised of five city-states and one band of knights. The region is also the site of unending border conflicts. The Kingdom of Highland, backed by the ocean on the East, enjoys close relations with its Northern neighbor, the Sacred Land of Harmonia. Highland feels a threat to its territorial boundaries from the League of City-States, however, and thus has made itself into a military power in opposition to the League. The League is centered around Lake Deunan, which necessitates movements between member city-states either by circumventing the lake's coastline, or else rely on ships for transport. This situation has caused the League's members to unite firmly, making it difficult for external enemies to threaten them. Once there was a boy who lived in an army garrison close to the border. Whenever he closed his eyes, he could see the town where he was born. Genkaku, his adoptive father, was strict with the boy, leaving him with many teachings. It did not matter that they were not bound by ties of blood. Nanami was the boy's foster sister. She and Genkaku were all the family he had ever known, and the boy and Genkaku were always in Nanami's thoughts. The boy also had a close childhood friend named Jowy. There were no secrets between them and they learned many lessons and experienced many things in life together. But there was one thing in the boy's life that meant more to him than anything. And that was the sight of the town of his birth. One day, his eyes met Jowy's and Jowy laughed. "Changed your clothes already, huh?" he said. "you're really anxious, I see." It was only natural because tomorrow the boy would be returning to the town of Kyaro. How the war had started, or for what reasons the present cessation of hostilities had been secured, he had no way of knowing. Of only one thing was he certain, and it thrilled him to the core of his being. He was going home. The gears of destiny were grinding slowly but surely with the thoughts and wishes of multitudes of people passing one another by, sometimes tenderly, sometimes heartlessly." |
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