The Castle of Adiart. Long has it thrived, defences unmatched. Countless attacks made on this stronghold, but yet fail. Adiart has foiled countless espionages, King Arthur leading the nation. It is now one of the strongest nations in the world, while others watch on with envy.
Yet in his throne room, he sighs. He knows the peace will not last. His time was near, and he had to appoint his successor as quickly as possible. The queen had passed away, long since the children had motherly love. The next generation, was not ready. The princes had much to learn, princesses to nurture. The eldest prince was away on a diplomatic mission, who knows when he would return.
Arthur had wrote many books, on how he led the nation to its current state of glory. The many diplomatic relations among the countries, how he led the push to a cooperative safe world.
However, he knew this will not be for long. The power Adiart had, was too much. There were people who thought that Adiart should conquer all the other nations. There were people who wanted that power for themselves.
He looks out of the window of his chambers. The city can be seen from the castle. The hustle and bustle of activity was no different. He onwatches, hoping the city will remain the same.
The city, busy as always. There is something brewing however. A tale that people will not forget.
The story, of Adiart.