Wayòm Nah Lagè is the name of the kingdom we have built over time. It all started with a young boy by the name of Osiris.

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    "Give up! You won't ever win!" Skallt scolded, holding his sword to the neck of the boy before him.
    "Me? Osiris Landheart give up?!" He laughed at the thought of it. "Never!" He kicked his enemy in the stomach causing him to fall to the ground and drop his sword. He used his foot to throw his sword, catching it in his hand before putting it to Skallts heart. He smirked deviously at the boy who stared worriedly up at him.
    He started to put pressure on his heart, pushing the sword into his flesh, adrenaline running through his veins. The other students around them stopped their own duels to watch, as Osiris' eyes turned a crimson red.
     Skallt looked up at his best friend. "N-now." He said softly. Just as he said this Osiris fell to the ground and standing behind him was a young girl by the name of Saylor. In her hand she held a syringe containing a clear, glowing liquid.
    Her and Skallt looked at each other, the same expression shown on both of their faces. Fear.