Destiny splits before me into two unrelated, straight lines. One leads to a palace and city burning in flames, a kingdom collapsing, the earth bearing suffering, and creatures enduring torment in this fire, forever shrouded in darkness. The other leads to the peak of the ancient kings, where deities crown me in the clouds. I wear the laurel wreath, bathed in the cheers of the masses. My gaze pierces the mists of history, my knights expand my territory, and my sword paves the way, leading my people to victory. I take up this scepter, seizing the power of the world in my hands. I overlook all living beings, changing the course of history. I am Brando, King of Vaunde, and this is my legend.