Alysina hadn’t always known of the horrors that her grandfather and father had inflicted upon Ukaria. It was a small, friendly nation, it used to be at least. Yet despite its small size it was a well of exquisite culture. Before the time of the Amarrians, aged photographs showed the splendor and riches every Ukarian had the right to enjoy. Gloriously rich foods to quench your every desire, and a thousand cultures and a thousand tongues to learn from. The sun constantly bathed the small but blessed nation in endless champagne colored light. Tall, noble buildings ancient with age standing proud above the city like a parent over a child. Walking the streets, no two smiles were alike. Laughter and excited chatter like spring flowers bursted from every street corner as one walked the stoned path. It was truly a charmed life for the citizens of Ukaria.
A life, that was no longer experienced. The glory days of the old republic were replaced by the Amarri