Failures, all of you.
They told you that yours was "the weakest generation"
House Kaides had ever seen. Your generation was blamed for the fall of one of the Three Great Clans; for all their losses to their rivals in Houses Arkivum and Noxica. Since the time of the first Yllustrian kings, Kaides had served the
Royal Family of Luzia as its strongest, most loyal sword. Because of you, that sword was broken. Because of you, the kingdom fell. Because of you, the
Demons won.
It didn't matter that
Luzia acted too late. The
Elven civil war, the
peasant revolts in neighboring Geviel, and the decimation of tiny
Briterra right across the kingdom's border; none of these events provoked alarm, because the people trusted in the strength of House Kaides to protect them. The strength that your generation lacked.
Before the war, you struggled and suffered just to make it out of Kaides'
Collegem Yllustre alive. From the age of 14, your days became an endless cycle of training, bullying, and failure. As one of
direct blood to the House, you were expected to perform above and beyond the expectations of any
Vassal Families---or, at the very least, better than those riffraff squires seen as little more than fodder to whet Kaides' appetite for battle. Yet even for those of you who came of age, reaching 21 years before the war, you never truly "graduated." You had not even managed to undergo the
Awakening of your Aura. To House Kaides, it did not matter that a common warrior might train their entire lives to unlock that power---you were of Kaides, therefore to be the exception was to meet the standard. Some of you never finished Collegem at all. There was just no point in staying.
But the war came regardless. Some of you were still in training, others had tried to make ends meet however they could. A few of you were even banished from the House outright---others of you settled for licking boots and bearing the weight of indignity, so that you could keep a roof over your head. Then, in
1012 YC, an army unlike anything Luzia had ever seen marched on its borders. For
five more grueling years, you went through battles that were more like meat grinders, over and over again. And somehow, where those stronger than you fell...you stayed alive.
You lost so much. Friends, family---even those precious few things you thought you could hold onto, what little dignity the Kaides and other Houses had not stripped from you. The Demons ripped it all away. Still you survived, until the very end.
Until you witnessed the
Demon King himself take the field.
You, and the rest of Humanity, died that day amidst flames and ruin. As you slipped into darkness, at least there was finally peace. No more hardship. No more pain. No more failure to live up to a legacy you had never asked for. Then you opened your eyes, and found the world to be familiar yet strange. A memory surfaced, yet the image of your past was identical to your present...had everything you experienced been a dream? No...Somehow, you have
returned...
Ten years into the past...