The arrival of the mysterious 'Visitors' came as no surprise to Ckain. His knowing did not just steam from the gradual steady of the sun, but on something else. He had already been told. "THEY ARE COMING." Like any responsible Kaldros, he made preparations, besides it was barely to be a gathering a handful, it was to be the gathering of a people, of a nation. The long foretold unity was finally at hand.
Sliding on the pace and walk of the Sun, this people marched, until they got to this land, Kirata, vast, with a free rein of golden grains spread as far as the eyes could see, the wind swaying with steady consistency, as the high ends bent into fountains of flowing waters, the now steady Sun, making it a yellow lush paradise.
Before them, marched their vast sea of army astride their intimidating mounts, cabers for tooth, they looked like strolling conquers.
