User blog:Argali1/Quenta Paglalakbay: Reboot.

'You remember that whole thing a while back with this, and then, I decided not to do it? Well, I'm going to do this story! I don't care if you guys don't like romance, I think that this will be really cool, and, a good way to slowly go into the bigger stories and chronicles I have planned.'

In a land far to the east, there stood a mighty kingdom. Malakas. It is was an incredibly prosperous place, rich from trade. Their people were mostly well off, having even some Avari blood depending on the provence, and, they never had to submit to foreign rule. Malakas encompassed many cultures, peoples and languages, and was a major trade hub, as you may have gathered. It was in a wonderfully fertile land, situated between many allies, and, if they were ever attacked, those allies would be called to arms. They were the dominant power of Rhun, and, they clashed frequently with Mordor. They even had Gondorian mercenaries in their service! Malakas, however, was not perfect. In it's capitol city, there was a large population of homeless children, orphaned from the war with the "Eye worshiping savages" of Khand. One such orphan was Banayat. He had no last name, and, never knew his parents. He was only sixteen years old, and, had never experienced luxury. He had no companions, and, was lucky if he managed to steal food from roaming troops of urban monkies. He always tried to reside near the markets and embassies, as this was his only way to see people and things from other cultures, which was his main interest. One morning, as he was aproaching a mango sailsman's stall from behind, he heard a strange yet beautiful horn blow. It seemed to be coming from the front gate. He climbed up the vine covered side of a smooth stone pagoda, slid down it's vivid red Sarncaran tile roof, swung from a rainchain to a vine, lunged over an alleyway, grabbed a coconut while he was at it, and came to behold the grand gate. He looked in astonishment at what was entering the city, having heard only rumors of it's truth. He then said to himself, in his native language: "The Elves are real!"