In the beginning...

There was a king who was loved by many, feared by some and enemied by all...He was called the Xyryn, voice of fallen angels, presence of a true ruler...almost a God. He ruled with his brother Rhymmel, twin brother, who was more powerful and awsome than he could ever be. Yet Xyryn felt no spite, only pity. His enemies were nothing compared to his brothers. Then one night, they came, years of planning and murder written on thier very faces and burn Rhymmel and his Queen while they slept in there very bed. Xyryn got out with his life, only to lose his kingdom in return. To carry a brothers ashes in a jar most sweet...to bring him back...that would be a feat unimaginable...but it can be done...but who to sacrifice?