In the realm of Norbath. Stood the Axion Kingdom, a smaller nation. One not known for their strength or wealth. A kingdom not seen as a friend or foe. Simply, a kingdom of mediocrity. One of which not many know of or choose to disregard. Axion is a rather fine place to live if you aren't looking for anything to extravagant or poverty. Many Axians come and go as they please. As if they are okay with this mediocrity. There is no need nor want for change, and that seems to suit them just fine. The nation of white and red simply just exists in the realm of Norbath. Even when there are kingdom's powerful beyond imagination, and others weaker beyond comprehension. Axion is seemed to be destined for the middle.

One fine evening the King, Junius Axis, was a top his throne. A man with pale white skin, golden eyes, and cloud white hair. His beard was large and well kept. He looked as the council came with their usual reports and problems left for him to solve. It was yet another day in Axion.