The first story that encouraged the series

Beginning of Vullan's End

(The Wrath of the Vestrisian union)

      It was dark in the grand city of Vallantion. Vallantion was located on the island of Shaontil one of the islands of Boathria, closest to the Vullanese Empire.  This empire had its teachings expanding across lands south and East of Vullan, which was all of Boathria. The streets of Vallantion were silent. Children were still up, playing, causing parents to stay up as well. Mothers washed the dishes, fathers reading a book. Some grandmothers sewing and grandfathers sitting there staring at the fireplace or out the window, smoking his pipe. Some time passed, an hour or so past midnight, no one could tell. Vallantion's streets remained silent until the sound of marching boots could be heard. The sounds came from the distance, growing louder as the sounds drew closer with each clamor of steps from this marching crowd. The families went out through their front doors to see what the commotion was.

            An almost endless force of troops marched through Vallantion city filling the streets. Hundreds and hundreds of them marched down the streets. Children were so excited at having an unexpected parade right in their own neighborhood, in their city! Along with the large force were large heavily armored tanks. These troops wore the uniform in the color of blue. They wielded rifles with bayonets on the end. For some time the parade marched then came to a complete stop. A squad of tanks stopped in front of a block of temples of Vullan. Every city and town on Shaontil Island were full of these temples.

            An officer stepped out from the ranks and pulled out a flare gun. He fired the flare gun into the air. A red flare went high as a hundred feet then burst into a fireball. It spread outward with a loud bang. A series of shots sounded far in the distance through the silent dark night. Objects whistled down through the air. The tallest temple in Vallantion was struck several times by artillery. Towers fell from the structure and collapsed in front of the doors, blocking the exit for anyone in side. Twenty to thirty priests rushed out of the temples to see what was occurring in the streets of Vallantion. The soldiers positioned themselves in a firing stance.  Commanding officers yelled out orders to fire.  

            "Ready boys open fire!" A hail of bullets punched through the groups of priests caught off guard. Those inside the temples barricaded themselves in a death trap. However, the tanks turned its turret, aiming for the doors and blasted them open. Troops immediately poured inside the temples dragging as many as twenty to thirty or more priests outside and executed them with their weapons. Priests were either shot with a rifle and pistol or be-headed with a blade. Blood splattered all over the entrances and steps of these temples. Some were beaten down with clubs then hung from trees to strangle to death. As this went on, inside other temples machine-gun fire could be heard telling the town that more priests were getting slaughtered. These blue shirted troops dragged others from the temples such as Casters, and low mages along with their pupils. These magic wielding sorcerers were also left alive. The females were carried on shoulders, kicking and flailing their limbs trying to get away. The males were not only dragged out but beaten to the ground.

            Ordinary citizens in the temples such as the families of priests whom lived with them were also pulled out. They were spared only to watch their loved ones be killed before their very eyes. A priest was about to get beheaded when a fifteen year old girl jumped onto the soldier's arm.

            "Please, please don't kill my father please!" She begged him not to kill the priest.  The soldier shoved her off his big arm. She slammed against the wall becoming unconscious. The soldier went back to beheading the girl's father. As people were dragged from the temples trucks arrived and were loaded up with the temple residents. Once packed the trucks drove off transporting the followers to the nearest camps.  After the priests were dead their families and followers were taken to campsites. The soldiers began setting fire to these once beautiful temples of Vullan. When the final truck arrived the large soldier picked up the unconscious girl. He carried her over to where her family was being loaded. As he laid her down next to her mother, he looked into the eyes of the wife whose husband he just beheaded. She was terrified of this huge soldier's dark face in the light. Her lips trembled, attempting to speak.

            "Who....who-who are you?" She asked the soldiers fearing he might also kill her.

             “We are the Vestrisian Union of the Vestrisian Republics, led by Antalace." He answered the mother. Their truck drove off leaving the streets of Vollantion as the mother still stared at him like he was a ghost of some sort.

            Finally the troops all turned their attention to the greatest, tallest temple of Vallantion. Tanks fired at the doors and beams supporting the upper levels. Through the windows armed priests tried to fight back against the Union troops with machine guns. Their attempts failed as the shootout resulted in seventeen wounded men on the soldiers' side. The abbey priests received the same treatment as their fellow priests. Those who lived in the Abbey were spared and sent to nearby camps. Now it was time for the big finally. The grand temple-abbey of Vallantion was burned. Its forged flames formed a bonfire, engulfing the large structure. This bonfire served as a wide scale signal. It triggered a chain reaction all over Boathria, Vollantrodha and many other places, such as Gaskouth Ladai and Lheobethe south of the Boathrin Kingdom. This deed was viewed as an insult to the Maesters and Praetors of Vullan. They threatened to declare war on Antalace and his Vestrisian Union Army of the Vestrisian Republics setting the stage for a war.