Family History

Mr. Proilon

Lived in Era 23 and got 1 heir(s) (Proilon).
Proilon’s Decision

Chapter One

Many generations came after his time. All were innocent of the accused crime.

Empires are not forgiving grandfather used to say.
You do something wrong and you won’t live to pay.
They ask and they plead but all they have is greed.
So don’t join one, no matter how desperate the day.

For once and twice for their avail they sacrifice there own. Their friends are killed and they don’t care as long as they have the throne. For this is the time of my land and your own.

With power comes greed, with power come war and strife.
So for my avail men lavished their precious life.

The escape was hard and long.
For the empire grip was hard and strong.

We ran for the mountains, our ancestral home.
They would hide us as we escape, for the empire’s search was as fine as a comb.

The crime accused was blasphemy.
The crime accused was the cutting of a tree.

So beautiful a tree you have never before seen.
The bark was dark and the leafs a vivid green.

The smell was crisp like the air after a rain.
And to leave it behind would have been a great pain.
So take it he did, my grandfather dear, across the empire to the green open plain.

The king too had loved it beauty and smell.
Descriptions of its beauty he often would tell.

Prize the king did, day in and day out, till it became to much and he asked it as a gift.
My grandfather would not oblige and so the tree became the rift.

It grew and grew as the years passed by.
And the king could not get it no matter that he did try and try.

After the years given to him to seethe and boil the king broke his mental coil.
He banished Proilon to the lands far away, thinking that the tree he would leave forgetting his love and toil.

Wrong was the king in his thinking.
Proilon took it after the king had been drinking.

Out of the county he and his companions flew.
Armies of the angered king they drew.

Through stone arch and mountain pass they went.
Message to the king’s allies had not yet been sent.

Chapter Two

A year has passed since the tree was taken
Now it sat in a courtyard of Gyhiken.

A sprawling city that stretched far and wide.
It was an ideal to place to lie low and hide.

The Proilon House was of moderate size.
It was small to hold such a great prize.

The family had integrated with the local noble court,
who in spite of their size had not heard the report.

All there knew that the Proilon were not from around.
Their look was different and so was their sound.

Proilon knew that his could not last forever
The king was greedy and truly prized this treasure.

So plan he did, night and day
For the time when the king would come for this treasure he did pray

The tree had changed during the journey from afar
Its leaves had wilted and the bark was as black as tar

He wished he could leave but banished he was still from the lands of the king