Atlantis: The Fall of Peace
Atlantis was once a kingdom bathed in love and joy. Its rivers flowed with prosperity, its markets rang with laughter, and its people lived without fear. For ninety long and peaceful years, King Sailon the Kind ruled with wisdom and justice, becoming the heart and soul of his realm.
But even the greatest kings cannot escape time.
Sailon had no worthy heir.
His eldest son, Achaeon, drowned his days in wine and indulgence. His second son, Jaison, gambled away gold and trust alike. Only the youngest, Dacaron, possessed the strength, wisdom, and compassion of a true ruler. The people admired him. The soldiers respected him.
But envy is more dangerous than any sword.
Achaeon and Jaison, driven by jealousy — and spurred by their greedy wives — turned brother against brother. What began as whispers in corridors soon became open hostility. Then came blood.
A brutal civil war tore through Atlantis. Fields burned. Brothers slaughtered brothers. Thousands perished, and thousands more were left shattered. From his palace balcony, Sailon watched the destruction of everything he had built.
The grief broke him.
To end the bloodshed, Sailon made the hardest choice of his life — he abandoned the throne and disappeared into exile.
The King Without a Crown
Sailon wandered forests and mountains as a hermit, seeking peace for his tormented soul. Yet no sage, no healer, no prayer could silence the storm within him. The weight of his kingdom's ruin followed him wherever he went.
Old, ill, and weary, he decided to return home — to see Atlantis one final time.
Fate denied him even that mercy.
On a lonely road, far from the golden towers of his kingdom, King Sailon breathed his last.
The Reign of Darkness
With tradition as his shield, Achaeon claimed the throne. At his side stood his cunning wife Lyla, and her malicious brother Ethan, who became the kingdom's minister.
Peace died.
Corruption spread like plague. Justice was sold. Fear ruled the streets.
Jaison was slaughtered along with his wife and children. Dacaron vanished into hiding, beyond his brother's reach.
Achaeon's paranoia grew into madness. In his desperation for control, he allied with Xerxon, the sadistic leader of a band of exiled marauders.
For years Xerxon served loyally.
Until one moonless night.
In the silence of darkness, Xerxon butchered Achaeon and his entire family. By dawn, Atlantis had a new master.
Empire of Blood
Under Xerxon, Atlantis became a machine of conquest. Its once-proud army now marched not for honor, but for domination. Kingdoms fell. Cities burned. The name Atlantis, once spoken with admiration, became a curse whispered in terror.
The golden kingdom had become a graveyard.
Yet destiny has a way of balancing the scales.
Far from Atlantis, in a humble village hidden among rolling hills, a woman carried within her womb the beginning of Xerxon's end.
And with that unborn child, hope stirred once more.