| Life was tough
even before the Plague. But the coming of the Plague heralded
a suffering never before experienced by the inhabitants
of Carnac. In a distant village, the local apothecary
tried his best to find a cure. All his efforts were in
vain and no matter what combination of herbs and plants
he used, he could not find a suitable cure. All he could
do was ease the suffering of those afflicted, and there
were many who were.
“Dignar,” a voice suddenly called out.
The apothecary turned his head to see who had called
his name. It was Bero, one of the village youths. The
clan chief had placed much trust in him and there was
talk he was likeliest to be the next chief.
“We have need of your wisdom, Dignar,”
Bero called again.
Dignar turned back to the patient he was attending
then let out a sigh. There was not much hope left for
the patient. The plague had already taken the patient’s
wife and children; even if he did not get afflicted,
he would have died of heartbreak anyway. No will remaining,
there was only one fate left to the patient--death.
“I’m coming, Bero,” Dignar sighed.
The clan chief was conferring with the Seer when both
Bero and Dignar walked in.
“Ah, Dignar, finally,” the chief boomed.
“The Seer here has unsettling news…”
“…Quite unsettling,” interjected the
“Quiet, you,” the chief boomed back.
“Apologies, m’lord,” cowered the Seer.
“As I was saying,” the chief continued,
“It seems that our rival nation Karus has increased
their threat to us somewhat by forming a Council of
their most powerful clans.”
“What!” Bero was taken aback. “Now
that they are united, they can wipe us out anytime they
“Now, now, Bero,” Dignar spoke. “Don’t
let us be rash with words just yet. When the plague
was at its peak and our numbers were lessened, we joined
the stronger clans for protection and they in turn joined
even more stronger clans. Our union protects everyone
of ElMorad descent. I believe we are safe still from
“Indeed, that may be true,” the chief spoke
again. “The Seer informs me that the leaders of
the other clans plan to form our own Council to combat
any advances made by Karus.”
“That sounds like a good plan,” said Bero.
“We must be wary,” warned Dignar. “We
all know how our clan leaders love to engage in petty
in-fighting. An ElMorad Council may even make things
“We don’t know that, Dignar,” the
chief said. “Right now, this sounds like the best
plan we have.”
“There’s more,” the Seer cackled.
“I have seen someone mighty, a ruler, a king--a
king destined to emerge and lead the nation to victory.”
“I hope this bodes well in such times of trouble,”
said the chief.
“Well, someone leading us and uniting us will
come in handy,” said Bero.
“We shall see,” said Dignar. “We shall
* * *
Carnac was in a time of great distress. A mysterious
plague, a fast-spreading and destructive one, scoured
the lands and inflicted the many. As the populace dwindled
more and more each day, many clans rose to the occasion
and swiftly took advantage of the weakening populace
by taking over each nations’ political system.
Lesser clans, sometimes by choice, sometimes not were
absorbed into bigger and more powerful ones for protection.
As the clans grew bigger and stronger, they began to
fight more and more until the battles became a power
struggle for supremacy. This was the beginning of the
Era of Monarchy, an age where everyone had to bow down
to the power of the stronger clans… or face the
penalty of death.
The most powerful clans of Karus were the first to
form a Council as it was in their young blood for obedience.
The formation of such a grand Council scared the clans
of ElMorad and they in turned planned to form a Council
of their own. Councils were formed but many failed.
But the clans still had unresolved issues with each
other and many petty issues were fought over resulting
in the dissolving of the Council.
It is foretold by many seers and fortune tellers that
by the second moon of this year, a destined King will
appear and he will lead his nation to victory.
The prophecy soon came to be true for both nations.