((BDE = Before Dragon Evacuation.))





Euphoria was by far - nothing in comparison as it is today. No, over two-hundred years ago this kingdom used to be a small viking village on a cliff by the sea, that was constantly ransacked, burned, and destroyed by a dragon menace. This dragon became such a nuisance, that everyone in the tiny village of Krythne were in fact, known as dragonslayers in a placebo attempt to believe they could get rid of him. Those who weren’t were shunned from their society.



Though a small population that could barely fill a courthouse cannot take on such an ancient and powerful dragon forever - causing the prideful bunch to begin praying. They prayed to everyone that could hear, weeping to be noticed and saved from the powerful creature, and much to their joy and futuristic dismay, not only did one god hear, but all fourteen.



Yes, you heard me correctly. All fourteen gods had heard the prayers, and decided that in order to have better relations with the group of nomads, all of them began to do whatever they could to get rid of the scaly menace. This rigorous attempt for followers and attention suddenly became a huge godly competition, the gods themselves started to do whatever they could to win against the other - creating massive chaos to the world below.





That is, all except one.





The god of dreams, also known as the useless one - thought that all this fighting and comradery was fruitless. It was too much work and effort to stop a creature that could arguably be considered immortal itself, causing him to take a more…..lackadaisical approach.



Zephyr, which - is what he has been known as for the last millennia, chatted with his old friend the god of harvest, about creating a special seed. A seed that the plant itself was practically infectious - extremely difficult to get rid of when planted, bred numerously, and was adaptable and durable during all times of seasons and weather. The god of harvest agreed to the terms, though wasn’t too sure why his old friend would want something so bothersome - as he gave Zephyr a tiny seed pod, telling him to be careful.



Now, Zephyr was known as many things - though one of those things, was not stupid. Gently cupping the seed in his palm, he blew upon it, before descending down from the heavens, reaching the huge valley that was a little aways from the village, and gently planted the seed before going back to his godly home.



Then within a fortnight, tiny little spurts had started to grow - curling high and swaying too and fro like cornstalks, though the little heads of the plants fluffed up and out like little pinkish-purplish willow trees.



Every god laughed.



“Do you really think miles of your flora can stop a dragon?” The god of war snickered to the god of dreams, though he had no answer. He didn’t need one.



The first night, they deemed it a coincidence.



The second night, they became curious.



The third night, they believed it was ridiculous.













After forty nights had passed, the gods had finally asked Zephyr, just what exactly had he created, in which all he could do was smile - with his ukulele in-hand.





“Dragon’s Bane.” was his answer, as he strummed his instrument in glee.









and that, my dear reader, is the small event that made the small village of Krythne, soon grow into the city amongst legends.






-- Eiliria Ariist, Scholar and Librarian of The Euphorium.