Fantasy (Untitiled) sect 1

They say that the first of the Ouay were formed from the earth. The Great King breathed life into them. Few of us believe that anymore, but it is the story we were taught as children. The Great King is missing now. He left twenty years ago. Many believe he is dead. Many believe he has abandoned his throne. No one believes he will return.
When the king left on a holy pilgramige he left his only son to rule in his place. The crown prince, Yeshu, was noble and kind, and ruled the land of the Ouay with gentleness. Then came the dark night.
Those who remember swear there was no moon the night the soldiers returned. The great army of the Ouay had been defending our northern border from the Zonder armies. No moonlight was needed, however, as Etal lead the soldiers home. Etal was the lord of the lands of Matin. He was cousin to Prince Yeshu and commonly believed to be the greatest of all the Ouay.
Etal of Matin was strong and handsome. He was tall and lean. Though he was captian of the Ouay armies, they say he was as talented with a lute or paintbrush as he was with a sword or bow.
Etal was said to have a face of porcelain, a voice of silver, a heart of gold and nerves of steel. The victor of many battles, he was with out blemish. No scars marred his exquisite face. The night Etal rode, smiling, back to Binnen, he was greeted with cheers and celebration.