6000 years in the past, in that period Halkeginia was often called the “unknown land”. There have been no aristocrats or commoners, nor the Kingdoms of Gallia, Romalia, Tristain or related nations.

Not removed from a small village referred to as Nidabelio, situated within the hills of the good plains, a younger man in a gown mentioned farewell to a woman.

Dragging the gown that was too lengthy, the small statured youth’s look appeared mild however not too eye-catching.

It’s no surprise… because the lady is an actual elf.

“You have to be cautious on the street Sasha. In any case, your face could be very conspicuous.”

“Please, who do you assume I’m?”

The elf lady named Sasha answered noncommittally, and confirmed off the runes glowing on her left hand

“I’m your ’Gandálfr’.”

“Sure, you’re proper.”

The youth smiled. He may actually be a worrywart, because the energy of the “Gandálfr” resided in her physique, even when she had been attacked by the fearsome “Varyag”, she may overcome it by herself.

“I’ll go and persuade these stubborn-headed elders, then come again straight away.”

“Please, the way forward for our clan is dependent upon you.”

The emotional younger man replied. In any case, issues are getting worse, day-to-day. Nonetheless, it goes far past the specter of the “Varyag”, and should even result in a world ending “cataclysm”. With a view to keep away from destruction, they needed to cooperate with the elves, on the very least.

“I’ll additionally go and attempt to cease the warfare faction. We should keep away from the worst case from occurring.

“Sure, please.”

Sasha nodded, then her imaginative and prescient blurred.

“What’s fallacious?”

“I hate you, you huge fool.”

Seeing the youth’s unthinking query, Sasha puffed out her cheeks in dissatisfaction. Then slender arms rapidly went across the youth’s neck, and she or he kissed him.

They kissed for some time… Lastly the 2 slowly separated from one another.

“I really like you, Brimir.”

“I really like you too, Sasha.”

Brimir Ru Rumiru Yuru Viri Vee Varutori.

Later often called the “Founder”, the youth the obtained the worship of all of the folks of Halkeginia, firmly hugged Sasha.

Feeling the heat of his sweetheart, Brimir thought on the similar time.

“God, what am I doing….”

The runes at present engraved on her physique weren’t “Gandálfr”, however new runes.

“Lífþrasir.”

Summoned out of affection, the Void acquainted that bears the cruelest destiny.

If negotiations with the elves break down, at the moment… do you propose to make use of this horrible energy granted by god….

No, that form of factor can’t presumably occur… negotiations will certainly succeed.

Whereas tightly holding Sasha, Brimir advised himself this.