The Undying Star
A star? I wasn't even close to being something as beautiful. But... undying? Yes. I was. Since death never ever accepted me into its embrace. So what if I live this story to its end one more time? Just one last time. I want to feel it, living, rather than death. Only once. What awaits me at the end of this never-finished draft, I wonder... Is it the cure to my curse, or yet another rebirth?
Asteriand, where and why
Asteriand.
A name always intertwined with light and blessing. The land of The Sun, the abode of light. A country always flourishing, thriving with life.
It was the most peaceful nation on the continent for centuries, one that neither attacked any countries nor was targeted by one. Its monarchs were never interested in battle. Even if a conflict occurred between the nations, it would be solved through other means. Bloodshed and war were avoided at all costs.
That didn't mean Asteriand lacked military prowess. In fact, it was the home of pretty strong powerhouses. The holy knights were a symbol of this nation, an emblem of The Sun's warmth. They were raised and trained all the time, mostly to battle monsters and purge evil.