The kingdom was once at peace as a collection of tribes, living in harmony with the environment around them... Though suddenly, nature birthed horrendous creatures which craved destruction. These monsters rampaged across the kingdom. Stomping villages off the map, feeding upon humans and their crops, leaving nothing behind but destruction and death in their wake... Humans fought back of course, but were no match for the supernatural might and large number of the monsters... However one day, a young warrior rose up. Wielding a sword which descended from the heavens. With the combined might of him and his blade, he slew hordes of the monsters, forcing them back. It is said that once he passed, he was buried with his blade and the monsters built a dungeon around him. To try and stop another hero from emerging and slaying hordes once more...
I stared up starry-eyed at my mother. "Wow... Do you think another hero will appear?"
My mother gave me a gentle smile. "Of course." She then stood up. "Sleep well, my young warrior."
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