In the city of Alluin, upstream from all battle, 1000 years of time had called for a Grand Jubilee. The imperial family had complete trust in their power, for that was the absolute grasp they had on power for all this centuries. And the apparent popularity gained by showering the imperial city with celebrations “not seen in 10 generations” was no insignificant boon.

The streets were filled with vendors, shoving aside the common horde of beggars that filled the city as of late. The lesser nobles and merchants of the crown’s lands filled the city with their entourages instead. Many rivals had been invited from all over the empire. Even so, most nobles away from the vicinity were away on their own business, brewing wars and hoping for their heirs to host jubilees of their own, with a grand conqueror’s legacy. Such was the realised fact for the dukes of Schameister and Estragon, but alas for the imperial family, the ministers had assured them of the insignificance of the matter – having enlarged the assassination list with those traitors. Indeed, there was great confidence in quelling ill will silently, as had been the case for long. And thus, Alluin celebrated, in the certainty that all enemies would die fighting each other or facing some unforeseen tragedy.

The 3^rd imperial prince was the exception. His imperial highness, Seere Alluin, shunned the celebrations. He did participate in the emperor’s decisions, but he felt something was off. Seere was a celebrated poet in the fickle circles of the capital, but his wit and wisdom were not limited to that area. If there was an academy in Alluin as those of obscure kingdom of the Tabris and in the priest’s seat at the Lumina isles, the prince could have become a scholarly figure. 

Instead, the best use the empire made of his abilities was for a song, sang all over the city by his majesty’s command to the public performers:

In the age of the Alluin Moon,

When the river named our line,

Crowned by Lumina’s boon,

A thousand years of time.

Under the stars’ bright gleam,

Our empire rose so high,

Oh, the Alluin Dynasty,

With banners red and gold,

The wars that shaped our destiny,

A tale of valour bold.

A victor’s tale to tell.

Of a past our ancestors fell.

In the light, from battle fresh,

Then peace, after fleeting breath,

For we hereby forsake,

The lies of idols fake.

Oh, the Alluin Dynasty,

With banners red and gold,

The wars that shaped our destiny,

A tale of valour bold.

So sing of Alluin’s might,

And the wars fought long ago,

For under this moon’s pale light,

Our legend’s embers glow.

A thousand years and more,

Our story shall be told,

Of the Alluin Dynasty,

And its warriors brave and bold.