Mariposa
lero, Vineno, Senisa.
The Three Kings, as people called
them, were the founders of many
kingdonms on the northern continent.
Many myths tell of the birth and fall
of the Three Kings. The one closest
to the truth is the following:
Legend says that the northern
continent becamne as it is now
because of the descendants of the
winter god, Kuatra Galiau. He was an
ice beast with long black wings that
could cOver the sky, a mane as red as
fire, and a white body. When the ice-
covered god settled on the northern
tip of the land, an unending winter
Swallowed the north.
A long time passed and Kuatra Galiau
became a mountain range where the
snow never melted. Upon learning of
his transformation, Nuadga, another
god, planted a bay tree next to him as
a farewell.
The bay tree bloomed and bore three
fruit. East Wind, West Wind, South
Wind, and North Wind looked after
the fruit with great care, and soon
three children tore through the skins
of the fruit and came out into the
World.
Their names were lero, Vineno, and
Senisa, in order of birth. The three
entered adolescence in two weeks
and were fully grown in ninety days.
They then went their separate ways
to found their own countries.
lero ruled with fear, severely
punishing convicts. His strictness
bought him both reverence and
hatred from his vassals, so he had to
constantly be on the watch for their
Swords.
Vineno poisoned criminals in an
effort to give them a clean death. But
a vassal who feared his poisoned
wine secretly gave his cup to Vineno.
Thus, the kingdom lost its king.
Senisa burned his own flesh to
absolve all sinners of his land. His
vassals were not afraid to sin, so he
eventually turned into ash.
Hence, the three kingdoms fell, and
the great divide in the north
Commenced.
Hundreds of years later, the son of
Yeigan from Rarke wrote that the
Three Kings myth was actually "three
roads of a king."
Every so-called king in the north
hears this story at least once.
There are three thrones in the world.
All those who call themselves kings
are forced to choose one of the three.
Which would you choose?
Funereal oration
Vano oredalak Nuadga, muin janlisas
guire Rarkaddanya. Nuadga of death,
lead us to Rarkaddan.
There is a tale of a utopia passed on
from the ancient Rarkalia Dynasty.
When the great ones under the
protection of Nuadga draw their final
breath, they go to Rarkaddan.
A land where there is no hunger,
disease, or pain, at the cost of one
gold coin.
All the great generals will meet once
again past the gate, in the free land.
So ye who listen, do not fear death.
Love as you will, rejoice as you will,
fight as you will.
Rarke in the north did not fear
fighting mighty enemies.
The glory of the utopia where all
loved ones gather is their old faith.
preface of mariposa
This tale begins with a queen from
two hundred years ago. A tragedy and
a comedy of a queen who madly
loved her country, a brother who
worshipped her, and a man who loved
her as a woman.
The time will come for the dance of
the swords that could not leave the
battlefield,
For the arrival of those who come
back through the stream of time,
And the return of a lost butterfly,
When a blue flower that has not been
seen before blooms.
part 1 fallen glory
It all began two hundred years ago, in
a small country in the north.
Rarke was a kingdom on the border
between the north and the west of
the continent. Dolomete III was the
twenty-fourth king of the kingdom,
which remained a weak country a
quarter of a century since its
foundation. He had eleven children:
three children from the queen, and
eight from two concubines. The
eleven children were all intelligent
and talented, but the most beloved
was the first princess, Swan Sekalrid
Rarkalia.
The princess had the king's fiery hair,
and she loved Rarke more than
anyone else. The soil, the air, and
even the grain from Rarke were her
source of pride. She shared her bread
with the hungry and gave her clothes
to the cold. The people widely
praised her for the mercy and love
she displayed not with her words but
with her actions. Hence, the king
adored and trusted Swan very much,
and the rough-natured nobles
admired her as well.
As a merciful ruler to all she decided
was hers, Swan was a royal born to
reign. The old nobles and the young
all agreed about her. "Though she
has the body of a woman, she has a
better nmind and charisma than most
men," they would say.
Swan followed the cunning Thick
Black Theory, an eastern philosophy
that emphasized developing a thick
skin and a black mind, encouraging
followers to pursue their own
benefits while thoroughly hiding
themselves behind a thick mask. At a
young age, she was sharp-witted and
aggressive, believing in the blood-
and-iron policy.
She grew up on the rough land,
gulling her brothers into thinking of
her as a friend by volunteering to
train with them and thawing her
sisters' cold hearts with calculated
generosity and appeasement. Even
her natural beauty became a weapon,
for the nobles could not resist her
smile, which was like a single rose on
a rocky land.
Only a couple of years after she first
bled, she became the only princess
who knew how to utilize her sex,
instead of considering it an
irreparable weakness.
Though she was beloved by all her
blood, she did not truly return their
love in the slightest. Her brothers
were talented and gifted with the
masculinity she was not, but they
had no ambition, like satisfied fish in
a little pond. The concubines'
children who dared to get in line for
the throne were imbeciles Wrecking
Rarke.
Such were her opinions about her
siblings, except Peijak Dollehan
Rarkalia, the sixth prince of Rarke,
five years younger than her.
"Rest assured, brother, I will protect
you from now on," she told him.
"And I will protect you, sister, when I
am groWn. I swear it."
She smiled at him. "You've got a
snake's
child."
tongue,
She took note of her half-brother's
potential. She gathered all the love
that could have gone to her other
brothers and sisters and gave it to
Peijak, who looked just like their
father and therefore like her.
"I will protect you." As she had
spoken, Swan eliminated the
remaining supporters of her two
brothers, who destroyed each other
fighting for the throne. She was soon
praised as the sole true heir. Thus,
she solidified her road to the throne
even before the age of nineteen.
When she reached twenty-one, the
king met an untimely death not long
after his fortieth birthday.
After the king's funeral, Swan
married the margrave from House
most beautiful throne in the world.
In the process of securing her
accession, she destroyed her
professor, Yeigan, and handed those
young sisters who remained in the
palace to her supporting houses.
Brionake, the largest house of
warriors, and sat on the coldest and
It seemed as if a peaceful era under
the rule of a queen was to commence.
But alas, her ambitions did not aim at
a peaceful reign.
A year after a bitterly cold winter, the
most horrifying war since the
beginning of time began.
"Until when should the people of
Rarke fight over small lands in this
cold?" she declared. "Shall we leave
the rich, fertile lands with golden
crops to the hillbillies in the south
and continue to hold our breath for
the coming of winter? If you truly are
patriots, shed your tears and rise. If
you understand the duty of force,
follow. Raising my shield and sword
for you, even at the risk of my owWn
life, is the future I seek. I will fill your
bellies with food and let you strip off
your thick coats and run about the
fields freely. Prince Consort Margrave
Brionake will be given a dukedom
and will rule Rarke as regent. Sir
Peijak Dollehan will go to war with
me as the commander of my army."
Her unexpected ambition thus
commenced.
Countless nobles stood by the queen
Hall.
In the solemn, suffocating
atmosphere, the queen placed her
Sword on the left shoulder of her red-
haired and blue-eyed half-brother,
Peijak, who was said to be a superb
swordsman. The two, soon to be
written as the worst queen and
knight in history, swore to each
other.
in front of her throne in Norte
"I, Swan Sekalrid Rarkalia, as the
successor of the Bay Tree and the
Queen of Rarke, swear to be fair to
you. Your life, death, glory, and
everything will be as they are done in
my hands. All you will achieve from
this day on will be in my name."
"As you wish, my queen. Saturga
guire Rarke."
Thus, Peijak Dollehan officially
became the queen's knight.
No one dared to oppose the twenty-
six-year-old queen with the greatest
knight in the country, Peijak
margrave in the north, Belbarote
Paseid of Brionake, House of
Dollehan, on her left, and the best
Warriors, on her right.
A conquest began that would last
eleven years. After five hundred years
of peace, neighboring kingdoms fell
without even putting up a fight at the
sudden invasion. Though Rarke
retreated from time to time, they
were never defeated.
"All rise and stop the queen of Rarke.
Else, you will meet your doom
splattered with blood," exclaimed the
king of a small kingdom at death's
door.
No one could stop the cold-hearted
queen, who developed new ways of
war, burning castles, changing or
blocking water supply routes, and
building roads in the mountains
instead of declaring a war and then
fighting out in the field as the others
did. One by one, her enenmies
succumbed.
Even the nomadic country in the
west swore their loyalty to the queen
after being chased to the edge of the desert.
She finished her preparations
to march to the fertile south. This
only took her two years.
Swan was like a goddess of war, as
good or better than men at sword
fighting, archery, horseback riding,
spear-throwing, and even hand-to-
hand combat. She also had the
merciless ghost of war, Sir Peijak
Dollehan, by her side. The queen
stood at the front of her army and
granted love to her soldiers and
shameless death to her enemies.
Peijak worshipped his only sister and
kissed her blood-soaked hair. "I
respect you for your love for Rarke. I
love you with all my worthless body
and mind,"
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