They say, that once, not so long ago, there was a young man who they said was born from a storm that claimed a hundred and one lives. They say this man could crush stone, slay armies, and bring cities down to nothing more than ash and dust, all with nothing but a thought. Many claim to have seen this youth, while many more have heard the stories, to think them only the ramblings of the battle crazed veterans of The War. Whatever the tales may include, from being a heinous mass murderer, and slaughterer of the royal family, to saving a town from starvation, and slaying a daemon lord, they all have one detail in common, the youth was searching. Searching, for a land that none alive have seen, a land where he could be free with his kind. He was searching, for the Lost Kingdom of Rakuen, a land lost to time and memory. A place of massive trees, great plains, and even greater promises, the sound of a trickling stream persists, even in the few remaining stone buildings. Caves dot the mountainsides, numerous despite their proportions, causing a sense of fragile beauty to the mountain range. One would be right in claiming this place, to be Paradise.