Esper; once a land of peace and plenty was now a wasteland. The green fields of Rimmell were now dry and yellow; no longer did the inhabitants dance upon it. The air was sick and cold, it no longer held that nice crisp touch to it. This world was now wrecked with such a sickness that no hope would again fill the minds of those who had once loved their bright and colourful land. This paradise was torn apart by war and greed. A once proud king and queen had ruled this part of the four kingdoms of Esper; king Jerald Gryfonhart and queen Keisha Gryfonhart; they were fair and just. No wars had broken out while they were ruling. Everyone loved them; or so they thought. The rebels attacked one dreary night, just when the queen was giving birth to their second heir to the throne. Fearing for their children's lives, they sent their young sons away. That night, the Northern kingdom fell to ruin and war, giving way to everything that the rebels brought with them. Famine shook the country like an earthquake, and plagues haunted the citizens of the north. Soon, their sickness spread to the East, West and South. Esper fell victim to a cu. Heirs of each throne were lost; dead or captured, nobody was sure where these heirs had been lost to. But with them, Esper's hopes of being liberated went with. That tale had been told too many times to young Koda, whole by this time was too tired to keep on listening to Keinin as they rode through the thick forest land. He was a handsome boy; he honestly looked like he could be in his twenties. He had a light brown circle beard and piercing brown eyes. They were not as dark as his brother Keinin’s, but they were close. His soft tannish white skin revealed no blemishes; he had quite a fine compaction for being as young as he was. His hair was thick; he could hardly keep it out of his face. His horse, Felix gave a jerk on the reins. “Felix, knock it off already,” he groaned. They had been travelling for days, only resting every other day. “Keinin, why do we have to keep on like this? We won’t get to Harth anytime sooner if we get sick from no sleep,” Koda complained, his leveled out voice strained. Keinin stopped his horse and looked back at his little brother. “Koda, stop complaining already; we have to keep moving in this woodland, it belongs to the rebels. If we are caught sleeping here we could be in serious trouble. Besides,” he urged the horse on once more, “we are almost there. Maybe another story might help you.” Koda almost fell off his horse. “Please brother, no more stories. You've told me that one since I was a boy; I won’t forget it! I know where we come from, I don’t need a constant reminder,” Koda replied, “tell me the story about when dad went off on that quest and fought pirates! When he was our age, fighting in battles and claiming victory over the enemy! I want to hear about those.” Keinin shook his head. He didn't reply to Koda’s pleadings for another story. Besides, they would be nearing the wall soon and would need silence. “Stop talking for a little bit Koda; it is time we were silent,” Keinin instructed. Koda sank back into his saddle and sulked a bit. Keinin stopped his horse after they passed a rather large oak tree. Dismounting, he looked up to the sky. Night was falling fast and bane wolves would be prowling for their next meal soon. No clouds shielded Keinin's view of the stars. His dark brown eyes soaked up the beautiful lights the stars seemed to give out, his thick long black hair trailed down his back. His bangs fell loosely over his shoulders. unlike Koda, he only had a small beard on his chin. But he was shorter than his younger brother, a gene he had gotten from their mother. "We will rest here for a while Koda," his voice was deeper than his brother's. Koda dismounted his horse and tied him near Keinin's. Sitting down against the oak, Koda curled his knees to his face. Keinin sat across from Koda, leaning up against a smaller tree. He looked up at his tired brother and smiled. "are you hungry?" Keinin asked. Koda looked up and nodded; they had been rationing their food for a while, and stocks were getting low. Neither had eaten anything save from the apple tree they found. But there hadn't been many good apples on the poor looking tree. Keinin pulled himself to his feet, walking over to the pack pony they had acquired in the last town they were in. Pulling out some bread, he tossed it to Koda. "This will have to do until we get to the city. We'll be there before dawn," Keinin said as he sat down. He took none for himself; Koda would need food more than him due to the boy's fast metabolism.