So @Eyther StrongStone and i have been doing some Fort Herabi doodles and since i finished the rough manuscript i will try to explain. It's a book series i started two or three years ago, the first character was Sanddune and the most recent: Eyther Strongstone. This is the first book I've finished The draft on, so... without further ado... the prologue.

Kylo raced up the ornately carved stone stairs of Grahck’n Tahle, the greatest fortress in Hazeltree. The dense smoke settled around him in a grey blanket as the luminescent orange and red flames grew closer to the walls and burned the beautiful tapestries that adorned the wall.

“Arkenel! Hehre Rohbi Kireh?” He called in Hazaliahn, the language of Hazeltree. Calling for King Arkenel, his king and friend, but the battle smoke was so dense around him that Kylo could scarcely hear or see anything.

The siege had been going on for five days. Everyone was wounded and weary, but still they pressed onwards. Three days ago [Or so it felt. None could see the sun from the tower, and when the darkness of night fell, it hardly mattered] allies had arrived from Rhōbet, but still the rabbits were extremely outnumbered.

Kylo missed the days when he was a kit, before he had become Captain of the Royal Guard [or Kehten te téhg Yonsket Protflen, as it was worded in his language] and had fought next to his friends in an undefeated team known as the Light Defenders.

But there was no going back, no being a Light Defender again. There was only this fight, this city, this hopeless hope.

They had made a stand worthy of song, yet likely no song would come of their deeds. Or so they had thought, before King Arkenel had ordered everyone to leave. And all did.

All except Captain Kylo Independence Lee. Coming to the top of the parapets, he sunk to the hard stone, panting. With each blow of the battering ram, even the walls shook. Heavy longbow darts took out sections of the once beautiful wall. The smoke made it difficult to breathe and see.

But all of that just made Kylo feel stronger, more powerful. Free. But he still could not muster the strength to get up and keep searching.

“Kylo? K thouhdil k tolud vrythune ao blefe?” King Arkenel’s voice cut through the smoke and soon a gentle hand was offered to Kylo.

Kylo switched to the common speech, seeming as their enemies were pouring nearer, and he did not want them to understand what they were discussing, and these foes understood only old Hazaliahn. “I cannot leave you. My loyalty lies here, in your walls, fighting next to you.”

Kylo stood up with the king’s help.

“Your loyalty at this time cheers me, however, now is not the time for such things.” The king spoke softly.

Quickly Kylo answered: “Then what is my place? I am your captain, and I shall stand next to you though dangers may beset me.”

“Then, Kylo,” The king began, “I must beg you again. Go. Help rebuild our city far away from here. Make it strong, Kylo.”

“No. Here I stay if you stay. And here I fall if I must.” Kylo resolved, drawing his sword, and looking toward the approaching foes.

“Then let’s make this count.” The king replied. The two bucks sprang forward, blades bare and glinting as a few rays of sun cut through the smoke.

“Grahck’n Tahle! Grahck’n Tahle!” King Arkenel cried.

“Flighky Prafynier!” Kylo yelled.

Not for centuries was there seen in Hazeltree such courage, and such a brave last stand. For stand they did, Kylo next to his king, and neither made it out.

The outcasts of Grahck’n Tahle split two ways after that. One group created what was known as the new secret Home of the Heralds, in a cave in a mountain, and the others travelled far until they found a new home.

Main Warren, it was named, and in the center of the town ten large granite peak statues, each thirty feet tall, were created.

One for each Battlement tower on the walls of Grahck’n Tahle. On the tenth [or so legend has it] runes were carved.

Runes that told of a glory yet to come, for the rabbits didn’t live like they had lost. Indeed, they had lost a great deal, but the Maker who loved them had guarded them from complete ruin in that battle.

And in the rock of the first stone structure created was placed a sword. When need came, one great warrior would take up that sword and defend Main Warren.

Or so legends say.

Hope is never lost.

-From The Last Stand of the Light Defenders.

-Fleck Cove