A story, ripped from the pages of history; about a people. A people no longer a people, torn apart by the forces of history, through the unremitting friction between the nations, and a vengeful god; Jealous beyond measure. And in his wrath, this people, no longer a people, found themselves cast out; scattered to the four winds; exiles to a culture, history and homeland no longer their own. Now, having persisted in this state of ruinous slumber, marooned, as if by time itself, for more than nineteen and a half centuries, they have begun to awaken. To the realization of who they are. Where they are from. And, who they once were, in a bygone era. Yet, lacking a sufficient source of illumination, to light their way home, they languish: In the nations where they find themselves scattered, in darkness. Even to this day. Enter Pax Jiidaika: That star; That remarkable thing out of YaSHaRAL which shall lead the way; guiding that people onward towards this most daunting of enterprises...
