The Queen stood silent for several seconds, looking over her guards cautiously. She was about to trust them with a secret that far surpassed the origin of Kale's historic myths, but to whom was she leaving this closely guided secret with? Only time would tell if there were a snake within her ranks, but there weren't many options with Rajaka fumbling his way across the countryside.

	"This isn't the first time that I've done this. You heard it yourself, Mikhael. I am well over 300 years old, and as you could probably infer, [i]immortal[/i] by nature," Maya said, rather casually, "Kale is home to the third grouping of knights that I've crafted. I've been fabricating the same history, the same customs, and the same magical teachings for many years now, worming my way into civilizations that desperately needed a leader. It had always been easy..." Maya paused and looked to Ezekial with despair slowly seeping through her otherwise resolute composure. Her eyes grew weaker, but she managed to keep herself from losing her strength. "Ever since the great tear, the lands have been flooded with a dastardly sort of magic that has been worming its way into the hearts of our people. The initial shock wave killed millions, I would assume. The years that followed brought nearly all of my friends to an early grave. Those who survived were either fortunate enough to find that their bodies were more in tune with magical energies, or doomed to fall prey to the Tear's corruption. [i]Demonization,[/i] as I've titled it, is what occurs when these magic abilities are prodded too violently. As you already know, this corruption can turn a mage to madness, or kill them outright, if not twisting their very [i]being[/i] in the most chaotic ways possible..." Maya stopped again and pulled herself away from the topic of magic. The knights had already known much about demonization and the magical nature of Kale's knights. "Anyways, the chaos that the tear spread made it easy for me to draw together scattered nomads and victims of the chaotic magic. The history that I fabricated was always a convincing tool. I took it from an old novel, and combined it with..."

	"With..?" Joshua pushed, having no patience for the pause.

	"My immortality, and the knowledge I gained through its origin, from the man responsible for the Tear. Ah.. I don't suppose any of that answers your question, Mikhael," said admitted, embarrassed. "The first time, I'd rallied the knights of Molsi village, because I was told to. The second time, I'd felt the need to redeem my horrible nature from the years prior. With Kale, though... I've just- I've Fallen into routine, I suppose. Bringing together the weak to give them strength, building bonds, I suppose it makes me feel more... Human."