Long ago, there was once a powerful, ancient country. With well-built soldiers and surplus of materials, it thrived for thousands of years. In that powerful country lived a powerful king. He was looked up to, and considered a god in the time of his reign. King Edhorus had one daughter, Princess Elhaven. She was of kind nature and gentle curiousity; the people of the land loved her dearly. But the one who loved her the most was always Edhorus. In the middle of his time of ruling, the neighboring country, the Sidheans, declared war. When the news got to him, he laughed, his obese stomach quivering with humor. "Attack us? They don't stand a chance! Send as many warriors as necessary- i'm sure we won't need to send out half our soldiers." The king, with strong determination of victory, paid no attention to the war. After a month, Elhaven came running up to him, her cheeks sticky from the dry tears, more spilling over her eyes. "Father, father! We are losing the battle! So many people are dyeing, what do we do what do we do?!" she gasped, each word but a sob. The king, speechless and furious, sent out more soldiers for the battle. Time and time again, they failed until not a single soldier was left. "They're dead, all dead! Evacuate the city at once, we have nothing more to do but flee!" she hissed. The king, blinded with pride, did not do as asked. Instead, he ordered the local alchemists to create warriors that would be fit enough to eliminate all of Sidhea. They succeeded after long months of work. All seven went to Sidhea and annihalated all of them, guilty or innocent. The princess was furious that even the innocent were killed. With the strike of her paw, she lashed at Aiery, causing her left eye to go blind. But she stood there, head down, withstanding the pain altogether. After several years, King Edhorus dissapeared. Rumors spread like butter on bread. The citizens accused the seven warriors, and in panic they scattered into neighboring countries. The remaining people were massacred. Not soon after, they too, left the country. Years after the fall, myths arose from all over. The seven were renamed as the Carniesm. They say that they are still alive, in hiding. Will you believe the myth? Or will you shun it? The future is but a simple choice.