The Dream, I

In the beginning, there was a dream. A dream to civilize the world from its uncivilized vices. To let it be known that the idea of humanity lives on past its damaged histories, past its former existence. A dream of Arcadia.

Our story starts at Nydorekith, after the siege of Chezilux where a dreamy general named Tei'hi looked into the horizon of the sea in front of him and saw the faint figure of land. For most of his life, which consisted of battles fought to expand the land of the kingdom of Nydorekith, the thought that there's a land beyond the sea was seemingly like a myth to him.

And now that he knows that the myth seemingly exists, he strives to reach the land itself. Himself.

And over the course of 3 months, he traveled around the southern island of Klaun, raising his army. He had trained fifteen thousand of his own and garnered twelve thousand peasant volunteers. A total of 27 thousand men. He then spent three more months raising his own fleet. Which, then totaled to four thousand individual ships.

And then he set off. The seas of Arcadia were rampant and deadly, storms as far as the eye can see. The frequency of which forced them to stop by an island far east of Arcadia, far west of Nydorekith. At the center point.

In here, Tei'hi and his crew, that which is now a total of 14 thousand men, as well as two thousand ships, took it upon themselves to upgrade their ships with the resources present on the island.

The endeavor took 2 years of work. In this timescale, they were able to create a fully self-serving island. In which farms are fully functional, wood is a somewhat infinite resource, and a dozen children are born. Indeed there was a sort of sub-colony on the island. One which exists between the east and west. The only safe haven from all the storms and wars which will exist.

But the good times always end. Tei'hi knows this but a vast majority of his original men don't. As such, he conscripted the ones who remember the expedition. He amassed 4 thousand men and a hundred ships. And together, in the dead of the night, set off into the darkness towards the west.

As for the ones left behind, they would disappear in the mist of the sea. Never to be seen nor heard from again.