- Year 167 vc -
Hello journal,The rest of the story... well it's sort of a mystery. The army, made up of world-class control freaks from all over Lumenagea, gathered in Arria and marched toward the as yet insignificant, unnamed creek that separated Arria from the wilderness of prophecy. That much is certain, and that a fire broke out in front of them before they could even reach the creek. Nobody knows exactly how it started. The army meant for there to be a fire, mind you, just not on their side of the creek. One flaming arrow, shot early out of eagerness and missing its mark, is all it would have taken for the tide to turn as it did so suddenly against them.
The flames spread along the Arrian side of the creek, and the army put its energy into putting it out, to the abandonment of their original plans of war. By the time the fire died down and went out, they were exhausted, and burnt out (no pun intended) on trying to get rid of the believers. Fate, it seemed, was not in favor of destroying them, and nature did not allow it.
That's why it's called Battle Creek to this day - not so much because of a regular physical battle fought between men, as it never even came to that - but because of the forces that collided and brought about victory for those seeking a new life. In truth, those who opposed their freedom established it by their own actions. Whenever people have tried to quench freewill, it has always tested character and planted deeper conviction and braver resistance and inspired others to take their stand. The believers stood in their new wilderness homeland, tested but not overcome, and found a fresh beginning instead of their end. As Gadriel said in the Legends, that you will find life if you are willing to risk it. And now they felt truly free to build their lives the way they believed in, in a land they could call their own.
At first they considered themselves a movement rather than a kingdom. They looked forward to the time when Gadriel would come, whenever that might be. There wasn't much thought of establishing an official kingdom with a name and everything, considering they expected to be taken to the Kingdom of Light soon anyway. But eventually it did become official, though I'm unaware of the details on how it went. So the kingdom of Miras was born - a kingdom whose faithful subjects still await the time when Gadriel will come, when we will leave this dark world behind to walk in silver light, and who gather under every full moon to honor the light that shines upon us. The candle has been lit. Our duty is to share its illumination in every dark corner.