Alta synderys

The Sun beams across the deserts of Arcturus island. A cool sea breeze makes the morning bearable, with the wind blowing sand across a long road. In the distance a city shimmers in the sandy breeze, tall spires and colourful domes dominate the skyline. Inside the city the morning is filled with action, a royal prince had been born, and the city of New Volotra was alive with people in the streets. A large column of palace servants and royals travel from the citadel to the temple, ready to accept the child into the Tokmonist world. The ceremony is lavish, with Volturan and Volo - Volendi banners hanging from the rafters of the great temple, its columns keeping the massive roof stable. The Volendi child is placed between two bowls of water, a nether portal is lit behind the priest, and he begins a chant in an ancient language. He calls on Tokmon to bless the royal child with his great powers, and to ensure greatness awaits him.

The ceremony ends, and the child is left on the altar as the crowd disperses.

The night of reckoning has begun.

Years pass, every morning the sand blows across the plain, followed by unbearable heat. Trade ships come and go, merchants travel the road of despair to Fislankif, one of the most dangerous roads in the southern road. For many leagues there is no sight of society, and the merchants who survive travel alone with their thoughts.

A young boy plays in the palace gardens with a toy horse, his grandmother watching him with a wary eye. He doesn’t see his father much, he is always surrounded by those stuffy advisors the young boy despises. However this one time his father comes to him, walking along a garden path, the sun behind him.

Son, I’m sorry I don’t see you much, however it will prepare you for the events to come.

The young boy named Alta thought nothing of this adult talk, however years later he would look back and realise.

The boy grows older, and nothing changes for a while, Alta is mostly cast aside as the youngest child of the King. He grows up mostly alone, sometimes he plays with the servant boys, but his mother usually shoos them away.

One day at 15 summer old something changed, suddenly men in grey armour carrying great blue painted war shields travel the streets of the city. Alta watches these movements from a tower in the citadel, and he knows something is coming.

Three days later smoke was spotted outside the city.

The next few days where a blur to Alta, the screams, the sound of blades clashing, the howls of the dying. He is bundled towards the docks by two guards, and shoved onto the royal ship, Tokmon’s Pride. The screw scurry up planks and push off just as ten men in dark Nether-metal armour run up the pier. The sail is unfurled, and the oars dip into the tropical waves.

The King and his family watch as their city burns.

More blurry memory, he remembers a long journey, a sea storm has they pass through the sea of slaves, and finally they arrive in Duskopion. The Volturan government in exile stays in Daelyria for some time, sitting on their hands.

Alta would soon join his father when he founds a new Kingdom in the Kažan Sea. The new kingdom of the Volendi, Synderia. Finally somewhere for them to call home, and a connection to their people’s homeland.

The capital is a work of a miracle, the power of Tokmon keeping it suspended above the waves.

Alta looks out across the glittering sea as he remembers the turmoil that is the life of a Volendi, in one Volendi lifetime so much happened that the memories merge together into a mess of Alta’s imagination,

The life of a Nomad

Later on Alta would go on to become the Chancellor of the Exchequer for the new United Kingdoms of Kažan (merger between Synderia and Zamože)

As well as playing an important role in both the battle of Viodoxa and the Battle of Nausicaa.

Alta would also rise to be one of the richest individuals in the Kažani state.