200 years ago there was a man. A king that had no kingdom. He had been exiled from his home land and bashed by it's people and branded as scum. He wandered the nations, with some who had decided to not turn their backs on him and trust him to the very end. And so they looked for a place they could call home. Soon they found a vast and peaceful land, where the grass was emerald and lush and the soil gave birth to large trees that gave sweet fruits and strong crops. The streams of flowing water that surrounded the landscape was clear and refreshing to the touch, truly everything about this land was pleasing to the senses. As they walked more they discovered a large hollow mountain surrounded by moss and strange flowers, the petals resembled that of burning fire with the ends been a deep scarlet and to the middle a bright yellow, it resembled an orchid though the bud of it was round and dark they even noticed that most part of its root spread outwards in the mountain and intertwined with the other flowers. This rare specimen was magnificently beautiful; the rarest flower they had ever seen. So much so that it was branded a treasure and named Samian Catharthis (Dragon's Breath Orchid) . The king's heart was joyful as he felt that this land was just made for him and his people and so he decided that he would raise a kingdom there and he pledged that despite all odds against it, that kingdom would thrive.

He quickly began to establish the land as his own by building a castle and the houses for his people, he called this amazing place Erythros. Soon it went from simply a small village to a town to a city and finally to a glorious kingdom one that stretched far beyond so much so that more people started to get word about the Kingdom of Erythros and wished to set homes there and do business. As his kingdom began to grow the king's health unfortunately began to diminish and yet he was so preoccupied with his beloved kingdom and its people that he never worried about anything else but that matter, not his health or an heir, not even about the possible dangers as to why such a wonderful piece of land had been found so desolate. One day fateful day a dark, thick stream of smoke started to emerge from the hollow mountain, it tainted the sky a dark shade of grey and made the air feel dry and suffocating. When the king saw the cloud he rushed over to the mountain along with some of his people. The king ventured closer to the mountain to find the source of the smoke, but it was too late. The mountain let out a ear ringing roar along with a tremendous explosion of fire;like a ravenous dragon it swallowed anything in front of it, whether it was the plants, the animals, the buildings, or the people of Erythros. It spread fast without warning and it consumed all it could, as much as they tried to stop its blind destruction no amount of water could make it die down.

The light of the fire was later followed by a darkness. Could it be called a miracle that the flames halted on their own? That was one matter, the other had been that everything around the area had been charred, some buildings and the castle had luckily survived barely and by chance, thousands were hurt in this incident and even more had perished from it and due to the brutal force of the fire, no bodies had been left for those alive to mourn over. Those who had ventured near the mountain were also gone and turned to ash. Once a King without a kingdom now a kingdom that had no king and without an heir to continue the noble king's bloodline the people could not feel anything else but loss, to lose a home, to lose their family, to lose their king and to lose all hope.

But in the midst of this chaos, someone stepped up and promised to reinstate the kingdom he promised to lift what had fallen. Hope? The people wondered, was it what this man had? Hope to bring the piles of rubble up into a kingdom again? This man was a Baron from a far nation that had seeked to make trade with the Erythros, although unfortunate the situation he had seized opportunity to get a taste of what it was like being a king. The people noticed that later on that what the Baron had promised was going to be hard to make true. Due to the explosion, the once soil was dry and resembled ash it wouldn't give its nutrients to anything that was planted in it and even if could make some items grow the taste would be bitter, the once pristine river that flowed was tainted and most of the stream of water had dried up. The people had no food and no water- it seemed as their destroyed homes were the least of their problems.

But the baron was not ready to give up, as he was deceitful he was articulated and resulted in tradings from nearby kingdoms, and although it wasn't the best it was enough to keep some people fed. The method the baron had presented went on for centuries and this was Erythros' only way of survival. Little by little those who could leave left but those who couldn't remained bound to the land.

Although the future looked bleak, there was a certain assurance that the light would come shining through again one day.