Of crows, blades , and crowns

The war of red sand,

hundreds of thousends died those great eagles whose tales would never grace the skies, so many homes and histories turned to ash that would choke the skies, famine that would wretch the clothes from the peoples backs and the food from childrens mouths,

It was nothing short of hell, whose maw has opened wide to consume the dreams of poor men, the only ones to survive were those who threw away all hopes of goodness or justice and clung despritly to life and ambition untill the fingers bled and there nails grew dark, Still even when looking into such despair some men clawed there way up the

by the end of the war, any notion of order within the ranks had long since given away in the face of such toil but seven men had maneged to stay alive long enough to gain the loyalty of most of the army these seven "generals" would ralley behind a prince who had been sent to the front lines he would gain the ephithet "golden phénix" its said he rose from the ashes in that hellish war and with a single focus gathered the support of the seven "generals" killed is father the mad king and put a stop to the war in a single month,

But Of coarse thats another story for another time,right after the war four of the generals scatterd to stabilize the kingdom whilst the remaining two would hold the farthest fortress and ensure the war wouldnt reignight two years after that a letter would fall across the desk of one such general