There was no king at the time in Araria....only a vice-regent....and the royal family constantly squabbled amongst themselves....differing in who was the rightful heir. The kingdom was along the shores of a beautiful coastline of white sand and turquoise water.....but there was centuries of driftwood everywhere....and more than a few shipwrecks. A man of great wealth came in on a caravan....on a gilded litter....carried by poor servants. He moved through the town waving and throwing candies to the children.
                He met with the vice-regent and proposed to them a glorious plan of cleaning up the beaches and building a great resort where the rich from all over the world would come....to spend their monies....building up the economy of Araria where everyone would be well off!
                The people clamored for the vice-regent to hire him to do just that. He was hired and began to build but just as the great buildings were being laid out a great storm came....and destroyed everything. The wealthy man wanted to build again....but the people were weary of everything....and sent him away.
                Years passed and he returned....but not alone....for he had a small but powerful entourage of men with him. He promised the people greater things than he promised the first time....and he threatened everyone who didn't immediately agree to the contract. The vice-regent was a small man....and holding his gavel in court he looked like a child playing with a great big toy. He just did whatever the wealthy man told him to do.
                So the wealthy man started plowing up everything in Araria....and moving people out of the homes that their families had lived in for centuries. He just kicked the poor people out of Araria....while flattering everyone else and promising a golden age for Araria.
                He built a great pier with a music hall on it....and changed the currency with a new metal that had his facial imprint on it. Everyone feared him....for he would banish them from the kingdom if they did not raise their hands and praise him when he passed by.
                The great resort was nearing completion....and the gold glittered above the sun-drenched beaches. The wealthy man climbed to the top of the greatest building....looked over all that he had built....and just shouted off into the heavens....."Look at what I have built for my glory!"
                A thousand birds that were nesting in the gardens suddenly flew off....startling the wealthy man....and then the shaking started! The ground was quaking...and the smaller buildings began to fall first. The wealthy man shook his fist to the heavens....but that grand building that he was on rocked violently. The lower tiers off to his left and right fell. Dust was everywhere. The wealthy man expected to fall at any moment but the shaking and quaking stopped....and shortly after that the dust began to settle. There he was at the top of the innermost tower in that great building....the only thing in Araria that remained standing. From that extreme height he could look off into the distance and see the poor people in their shacks where he had banished them....far enough away that the quakes did no damage to them.
                He looked out to sea to shake his fist again and noticed a great white cloud approaching fast....in the middle of which was a blinding white light....greater than the sun which was to his back!