What the histories forget to mention is that before his death the Minotaur gave life to ten offspring, seven females and three male Minotaurs. And that after his death, these creatures hid themselves away from the world for many years. It is then believed that through another series of strange occurrences, similar to that which occurred to the humans now known as the Redlings, they too were mysteriously transported to the world of Coroleya. Where they have flourished under the four suns, and birthed a powerful new nation called Τη σφα?ρα των ονε?ρων, which roughly translates into The Realm of Dreams. A proud warrior race, that holds their traditions in high esteem, the Minotaurs live alongside their neighbors the Trollkings in an uneasy peace, that has frequently broken out in war from time to time.
The longest and greatest of the wars to be fought by the Minotaurs however was not against Trollkings of Tarstone, but with the Fae'lon that reside on the large island, not far from the mainland. For many years the Minotaur Lords desiring the lush green forests of Neeven have fought a exhausting war to try and lay claim to these lands. A war that would have continued for a hundred more years, if not for the arrival of Ice Eyes a great Minotaur warrior, who disliking the greed of the Minotaur Lords, led a rebellion against the Lords of the land.
His followers called the Honor Blades, were taught to respect all life to guard the weak and the helpless and to never fight for greed. These warriors trained to wield the great sword by Ice Eyes himself were some of the best fighters this realm had to offer and their beliefs brought thousands of Minotaurs flocking to join his cause. The Minotaur Lords threatened by his growing power declared war upon him and those who followed him, calling them outlaws and bandits. The Lords killing, torturing and murdering anyone that supported Ice Eyes or was even related to the Honor Blades.
Ice Eyes sick to death of the needless bloodshed of so many innocents, gathered an army and attacked the Capital Cratus. There he fought the Minotaur Lords in a great battle called War's End, a battle that was turned into poem that is passed down from generation to generation.
War's End
Ice Eyes his arms still strong
Looked out across the fields of green
At a sea of enemies and friends
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A dull ache throbbed inside his chest
At the sight of so many of his kin
Oh how his heart ached to turn away
And return home
And leave all behind
But he could not
For beside him, waiting to hear his words were his long cherished friends
Their faces shining with so much light and so much hope
Their faith in him unshaken
No matter all that they had lost
He gripped his blade and called forth his banners
He could not fail today
For the sake of his people
For the sake of his friends
For the sake of his homeland
He must win this day
Horns blared to life
His warriors surged forth
Ice Eyes his great sword lead the way
In a thunderous crash of swords
The two armies met
Blood is spilled
Friends are lost
And still he fights on
For all their sacrifices
Would be as dust
If he failed to take the day
Fearing all is lost
As night draws near
He roars his defiance
Birthing new life in his men
And together they battle their foes
Until the day is theirs
The day won
Ice Eyes his heart torn from so much suffering
His hands stained with so much blood
Stands tall upon the battlefield
His eyes weeping tears
For peace has come at last
The Battle of War's End signaled the end not only to the civil war, but an end to the age long war with the Fae'lon of Neeven. Before his death a few years later, Ice Eyes had all Honor Blades swear upon their lives to keep the peace of the land, safeguard the realm from any threat and serve her people with justice and honor. These words engraved upon the hearts of all Honor Blades, are taught to all new recruits wishing to join their illustrious ranks.
