[center][b]--- South-southeast Graelian, Crostignon Province, close to the border of Vilante ---[/b][/center]

It was noon,, and the sun shined bright and warm on this early summer's day. Not a cloud could be seen in the sky and the lsuh, green grass of the vast fields stretched on for miles in each direction. True enough, there were some small, wooded areas here and there, a small pond and even a shallow, narrow river running at the very far-east of the soon-to-be battlefield, but other than that it was just verdant, rich fields of green. At the western-most part of the fields, a large wooden tower had been constructed, with a skybox-like building on top of it - it was from this very structure that a youthful male was broadcasting with magically to all corners of Vilante and Graelian alike!

[b]"And here we are, in beautiful Crostignon, just on the border of our neighbours Vilante, who also happen to be our opponent of today!"[/b] He called with a cheerful voice. [b]"As you all know, I'm your Battle-Announcer, Pierre Crostini! Everyone, I look forward to bringing you another exciting and fun war-game today!"[/b]

As he made his case, one could see the expectation and excitement in the eyes of those who listened and watched the magic screens, no matter where they were. In towns, villages, the big cities or even the spectators who had come out to the field itself to watch live - everyone was pumped and itching to see what would happen once the battle began. Naturally, this was no different for the two armies, each currently gathering at their respective headquarters. The Graelian base was a small, wooden palisade fortress, errected at the central north of the battlefield, while Vilante had a Hill Fort in the far, south-eastern parts of the area. New soldiers and participants came with every passing minute, proving that Graelian's long withdrawal from the War-Games had not diminished its populations desire or interest in it!

Things were being finalized now, with the Medical Crews getting into place and setting up their various tents and supplies, while construction workers and Frala Specialists made sure that all additions to the warfront and the levels of Frala in the region were all within acceptable range. Suddenly, though, Pierre's voice called out again.

[b]"Ah! That's right! We have a special guest with us today! Please give a warm welcome to Queen Parfait of Vilante! It's good to have you here, your highness!"[/b] And as if the camera had purposefully hidden her before, it now swivelled slightly to the side, revealing a beautiful young woman in a rather revealing black dress, sitting next to Pierre with a happy smile on her face.

"Ufu~ It's a pleasure to be here, I hope we'll have a fun and enjoyable battle today." She said with an eloquent and regal tone.

[b]"That's right! But there are many who're wondering, your highness! We've heard that Princess Sfogliatine of Graelian will be participating herself, and not only that, but she's even got a special surprise in store!"[/b]
"Oh my~ How exciting." Queen Parfait let out a modest, playful surprised expression, cupping her cheek in her hand.
[b]"So, do you mind telling us why you're not partaking in the war yourself?"[/b] Perre continued without pause and unphased, his cheerful and energetic speech not losing an inch of his previous vigor.
"Hmm... Well, it might be fun to join in, but I think it's just as fun to watch. Besides, I have confidence in my Knights and Officers~"
[b]"Oh-ho! You hear that folks? The Queen has given her army a vote of confidence! Vilante Army, make sure you work hard for your ruler!"[/b]
"That's right~ Everyone, Do. Your. Best~!" The beautiful fox-queen gave a seductive smile and wink as the broadcast finished.

... And a loud, resounding echo of upbeat and spirited roars could be heard from the Vilante Hill Fort, as her majesty's army cheered in joy.

Truly, today would surely bring an exciting battle.

[center][b] --- Isle of Summons, South of the Graelian Capital ---[/b][/center]

Hovering far above the rest of the country, several hundreds of feet into the air, was the Isle of Summons. A floating island, kept anchored in the air thanks to the strong, magical energies that was found here. It was a breathtaking sight, no doubt, not only for the view, but the island itself was awe-inspiring. Trees with silverine leaves, flowers that looked like they had been formed from crystal, rock or glass and the white, marble pavement and stairs, leading up to the summoning area with its many pillars and circular altar... It was all quite incredible.

To get to the altar though, one would have to ascend a set of three flights of stairs, followed by a long, straight walk on a boulevard-like road before finally reaching the structure. What was so special about it? Well, for one, it was the only place in all of Graelian where one could call upon the heroes - the mighty individuals who lived in the other world, the people of another dimension who sometimes came to answer the call when royalty of Fralanthe needed them. Through a pillar of light, they would descend from the kies and emerge here, at the center of the island, within the shrine, and be met by their summoner. After confirming their allegiance, they would all proceed to leave and take off for whatever duties or immediate task that the King, Queen or otherwise had called them for.

And so it was, that here, on the Isle of Summons, there were to be a summoning. Nay, two summons in one go! The young princess of Graelian, Sfogliatine, was now on her way to prepare, finalize and begin the Hero Summons. And with such nice weather, hers was sure to be a summoning that would go well!