Where we try to make home (Wip, rough draft)

As the stories have it, this was the first of the downhill slide that was of L.I.G.H.T. For those of you not native to the mainland+, this is the cult, also known as Life of intelligence, greatness, and holy tithes, that murdered many in glee to please their high priestess, Delair herder, or as they know her by, Bealtier Tibith. The speaker of above in the old language* was rather.. eccentric about her hatred of all of godly descent, despite her chosen name. She has done many grievances towards all of the four countries of the mainland, becoming both popular and feared by the common folk, yet who could have guessed she would worm her way into the upper class as well. This is the tell of what Aldrick von Ashtier, the king of Coloria did- The tale of Lelo von Vailius, the youngest of the old king of Marici's bloodline, and the last of his royal lineage- the words that speak of Siran, who has rising up more times than any known man has, and who's climb seems to be never ending. This.. this is the story of them all- not just those three, but all who were harmed by L.I.G.H.T. , all those orphans, women, slaves- all tainted by Light's- well- darkness. May your souls be bless for what you are about to read is.. less than pleasant to think about. ~ Lady in the library *{Yes I am working on my own language for this story, have fun decoding it!!} + { I will put a map later on so you can visualize it}