[ WP ] The most powerful spell ever forged .

The land of Nimoria was once a lush beautiful society. at the end of the 23 century, Nimoria was a utopian society where everything and everyone lived in peace. 
 
 In fact, it was no Nimorian who brought about its destruction, but those who railed against it. The Fasion nation. The Fasion nation did n't want Nimoria destroyed per say, they just did n't like the idea that a bunch of enlightenment seeking individualists should be able to function in the same political arena as the oligarchy created by Fasion, and also the nations its form of government had spread to. 
 
 In a matter of months Fasion slowly bled Nimoria of its foreign influence with heavy import taxes. From there, the nation was hobbled financially until it fell into ruin. The free peoples of Nimoria fled to other nations, giving away their personal rights for citizenship, and a promised full rice bowl. 
 
 It was at this last gasp of the nation that it gave birth to a mighty king. King Chester. Now King Chester was never a king of great deeds, no. He was a man of heart, and any man who heard the words King Chester had to say knew that divinity had spoken to them through the vessel that is King Chester. 
 
 At this point in time many believed that this was the time for Nimoria to rise from its smuldering ashes. King Chester was not one of these men. King Chester was fully aware of the international view of his nation, and thus knew that outside forces would subtly set the game in it's favor to watch him, and Nimoria fail in the most public and final of ways. 
 
 With that in mind, King Chester made a noble decree. The government of Nimoria, without enough reliable citizenry could not afford to protect its lands and peoples. Because of this, the other great nations would take over the management of the lands, and accept the people of Nimoria in their folds as their towns swear new fealty to their new governments. 
 
 Nimoria, as it once was, was dead. Yet King Chester always believed that one long distant day in the future, the lost people of Nimoria's spirits would call them to lands they have never seen before, but will always feel welcome. For A Nimorian, be it man or woman first and foremost carried the title of Free-, and it was that desire the nation was first created. 
 
 When the people would come back, they would need guidance. They will need to know that although their ancestors abandoned Nimoria, Nimoria would never abandon her children. All they had to do was embrace the freedom of the heart. The freedom of spirit, and they would know where to find the ancient home. 
 
 
 To cultivate such spirit, one had to cultivate curiosity. One had to cultivate love, passion, honesty, truth creativity, and above all else compassion. In order to encourage these traits, stories. Tales of love and loss. Grand epics and small fairytails that never leave the old nearby forest were created and seeded amongst the people. Initially they were small curiosities. Little whimsies of an undependable king. Soon they became fancy, the true stories, and then legend. 
 
 Sometimes a work from King Chester filled a tome. Never before had anyone expected nothing but the motto to survive, but that's what she held in her hands. She did n't know it, but the slip of paper written in beautiful script caught her eye when her and Den were foraging. As they relaxed by the fire, the girl lost herself in the paper. 
 
 `` What is it'' Den asked. 
 
 `` Words.'' She replied. 
 
 `` What's it say?'' Needled Den. 
 
 `` He.'' 
 
 `` Well, come on then. Give it.'' He asked getting annoyed. 
 
 She said, `` He who is without imagination has no wings to fly.'' 
 
 `` Huh, Weird that. Wonder what it means?'' said Den before picking up a stick and stirring the coals into dancing flames. 
 
 `` Strange indeed.'' She replied, but the funny thing was that for her, it was n't. 

