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PLEASE NOTE THE FOLLOWING BEFORE READING THE PROLOGUE:
For all of you readers out there I sought after to let you recognize, I did some research on names worn in this story. I didn’t very soon make them up - they are frank names, and I listed them with their meanings. Some may be evident, some coincidental.
Aron – Hebrew; Enlightened
Aevar – Norse; Lad of Ketil
Cantu – N/A
Duscha – Slavic; Divine Ghost
Eamon – Celtic/Gaelic; Wealthy Bodyguard
Elizabeth – Hebrew; Blessed by Deity
Karina – Russian; Wholesome
Koen – German; Brave, Dauntless
Rylan – English; Tenant of the Rye Property (this is in testimonial to prosperity)
Prologue
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Before the Extreme War, before the Roman Empire, even before dinosaurs roamed our den, a profitable and prosperous planet rested galaxies left. Aevar, that once rivaled today’s terrain, was notorious for its wealth and impact in its system. For centuries it profited: its wet was clear and fresh, its foliage profuse, its inhabitants contented. Few on Aevar went without, and for many days, all was skilled. It was understood through old tales that all five planets had at one schedule been equally wonderful, but Fate chose Aevar as its sovereign, stripping the other planets with harsh, acidic rains and yearlong droughts. It was whispered that immigrants fled to Aevar for place of safety, and eventually the planet was overrun and had to close up its ports, donation instead compensation to the inhabitants of the doomed planets. Shipments of provisions and supplies were systematically sent out, and Upshot took note of Aevar’s generosity and kindness. Initially many believed this man to be debatable, but after many moons of loyal service he was adept to prove his worth and allegiance to the Ruler. Many throughout the put in at and the five-planet system followed his teachings and traveled many miles to attend his lectures.
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And as his popularity grew, the prophet found it increasingly challenging to maintain refusal to take sides in his counsel to the Sovereign. An inner movement was fought classified him. He loved the Ruler like a brother but also felt an overwhelming urge to care for a sense of disengagement.
Needing to tidy up his thoughts, the prophet appoint out alone to quest his soul for the solve.
One evening while lost in thought this dilemma, Upshot spoke to him. In the darkness of the cave where the prophet sat, Destiny foretold an invasion of Aevar – a whispered ally would let down the King and make an attempt to conquer its wealth. And alone, Emperor Eamon would be helpless to bring to a halt this, and Aevar would tumble. Because of its kindness and kindness towards those that suffered, Aevar would be specified a most precious gift. It spine of a thinker, an oracle that would quickly be born. She would be physically powerful in the traditions of this world and the spirit world. She would be a link between the two, and would be Aevar’s only desire at salvation. Aevar would be in chaos and this man would be a strong extension of the extravagant family. He would be a lofty warrior and authoritative of the public. He would prime them into confrontation and guide them through the many hardships that Aevar was proposed to face. And in the waken of tragedy, despair, and fatality this man would find his seraph, the oracle, and Aevar would be saved.
The prophet was certain a mission: shield this woman at all outlay. Train her, steer her, and explain her. For if he failed, if she was compromised in any manner, life on Aevar would aim, and the five-planet system renowned as Rylan would town. The future of Rylan depended on this one operate and this one lady, and the prophet vowed that Destiny would not be displeased. So many nights with disappointing outcomes, and irrevocably after one year, he had found her. He had prayed for the daylight hours to come and Providence had not beyond him.
Ever since the darkness in the cave, Aron had hurriedly set Fate’s strategy into motion. On his trek back to the palace, he had measured the words verbal to him. It was very likely that the male mentioned was the adolescent Prince Koen. And while he was only two being old, the Prince did exhibit profound intelligence of royal custom and decorum. However, if Fortune was to be fulfilled, it was probable that Koen must not be aware of of his role until Fate permitted it, and similarly, neither must the soothsayer herself. And therefore Aron knew he must put. He could not in high-quality conscience maintain his sit knowing the impending invasion. Too many questions would be asked of him: why he wasn’t competent to better handbook the King, why a presentiment wasn’t given to him.
An chaos throughout the kingdom followed – the without equal Aron leaving Sovereign Eamon was prototypical gossip for many months among the realm. What would the Ruler do without Aron’s guidance and continuous presence? It would be very easy for Eamon to have an advantage a self-seeking drive, neglecting the citizens of the sister worlds, without Aron there for spiritual guidance.
But the Queen was independently wise, and he gracefully accepted Aron’s resignation wishing him the unsurpassed. It was a weeping departure, as the prophet had become a steady stature in the majestic palace and his ghost would be very much missed.
As Aron readied to put, an internal struggle became obvious. It seemed that Providence was testing him, seeing if Aron would tip off his good isolated and King of hardships to approach. But, he quickly realized, that no topic how intelligent Aron held himself to be, he could not and would not have reservations about Fate.
And so he try the King goodbye with a lasting speech of wisdom: “Eamon, there is something I must ascertain you.”
“Yes?”
The domestic dilemma was brawny. Should he ascertain his King to extra his friend’s go, or stay silent and consent to destiny play out. “There is something I aspire you to always recollect. You may forgive your enemies, but never not recall their names.”
With confusion written on his face, the King nodded and embraced his high-quality friend for the last calculate. Only Aron knew that this embrace would be their last, and his nucleus constricted with the pink emotion coursing through his veins.

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