We have sent our only son across the sea on the last departing ship to the land of the yellow sun. We can only hope that he will live a better life than he will here, and will not have to face the hardships and ever present annihilation that our people face. His name is Aeon, and his birthplace is the capitol, Wyndia. As we write this, our city is ablaze and giants walk among it’s spires destroying everything we’ve built these last ten years. Day be day, we pray to the Platinum Dragon, and even to Ladon the ancient dragon god, patron of travelers, to rescue us from our plight. So far our prayers have come unanswered. It is our fondest hope, that one day our son, who has grown into the finest of men, will return and bring back peace and unity to our people. He has a great destiny that lies ahead of him, do not tell him all of this until he has come of age, we do not want his life to be clouded with vengeance.

-G. S. Kai
-G. L. Nadia