Editing Character:Imperative Harmony of Order (section)

==History==
On a night of black snow, as tides of chaos stormed in waves of entropy from the lands of Chaos beyond the long pass in the mountains surrounding the Duchy of Ragarol to the East, the sole magistrate and notary of the largest economical powerhouse of that small nation Katraya del Zyxay and his wife took part in a most auspicious event. As per the astrologer's prediction, Smiling Harmony was born at once with both the sign of Change and the sign of Order, rare destiny of one who would impose order on that which had none. They called her Smiling Harmony for the small babe was indeed all smiles and what ill fate could such a pretty child inflict upon the world? Her order would certainly be harmony for all involved.<br>

Smiling Harmony, the daughter gifted of an intellect to make her father proud.<br>

Smiling Harmony, the young genius who's understanding of law grew too quick.<br>

Smiling Harmony, the lonely girl who everyone could tell grew far too quick.<br>

Poor Smiling Harmony. Fortunate Smiling Harmony.<br>

Who knows what she thinks now that she smiles no more?<br>

For as she grew she always did as her father wouldst. She did what was fair and just. She did what was humble and right. She did what was upright and righteous. For after all, sin and atonement are for lesser people who could only bear witness to the law. So many expectations weighting heavily on her shoulders, if she could not endure and bear this burden what would have come to pass? But that is only an hypothetical situation for as fate would have it she took to this role inflicted upon her with gusto.<br>

As her father's assistant as she grew older in both his court, office and the mayor's personal retinue her smiles grew vanishingly rare. Until one day they just... disappeared as if they'd never graced her face.<br>

None could tell that Smiling Harmony was smiling no more but one person who could still see her smiles. But that is another story, of a daughter second born with no fate to call her own and no glory to show to her father. Suffice to say that sometimes, when no one could look and only in the privacy and sanctity of her heart she allowed herself to live vicariously through Bright White Rain as she looked at this life beyond the window which she seldom understood let alone partook of.<br>

Time went on ineluctably as it is wont to and both daughters stood before the grave of their father, mourning in garnments of black as carrion lords watched over the ceremony. It is a sad thing to see one beloved go so young. Harmony did not cry.<br>

But after that day she came to secretly loathe that name of hers, mocking what she felt but could never properly express. None knew of this but another who shared her blood and stood under the rain for all to see. She grew closer to her sister through this mundane yet severe adversity that they shared together.<br>

And then four years later they came. In numbers beyond counting they came as one horde and one people and one great tsunami of madness. The Guild which had long since advised the mayor and stationed guards within the small city-state ran with its tail between its legs, thinking this a major incursion and Katraya del Zexay the lamb sacrifice which would appease their raksha partners and their bottomless hunger.<br>

They were wrong but none forgot their cowardice as they were left with only a small militia to their name. They demanded tribute at first, slaughtering both mayor and most of the guards when their 'request' was not met with frightened and slavish compliance. They would have their tribute. Once the dust settled on the now strangely silent settlement in mourning Harmony decided that she would offer herself as the new mayor. None felt as if to deny her and many could appreciate if not her youth then her great wisdom. She soon after that appointed her sister to the post of captain of the militia as she instructed her to recruit whom she could and train them to utmost fitness. One year they had before the next 'tribute'.<br>

And now they came again but they were ready and they fought valiantly. Little is known to Harmony but that in this great fight though she could hold them all back not Bright White Rain still felt the call of Ignis Divine as she felt his hand direct her toward these blasphemous arrogant creatures. What she let through however could indeed be called nothing else than the King amongst Lords within his Court.<br>

At that time Harmony stood watch over the city's gate knowing that if her sister and her men fell then this city would no more have any mercy to fall back onto nor would their prayers be heard. And so she did not pray as she saw this fearsome nightmarish hunter-god of the Wyld upon his steed of blackest despair and blasphemy approaching on the horizon past the woods and the mountains.<br>

She came down past the gate and looked this horror in the eyes as he stopped before her with amusement at her shaking hand but indisputable conviction. Though her body would agree not her voice wouldn't waver as she started to speak.<br>

To shame and condemn such a monster with the fierce righteous glory of the sun itself as the words flowed from her mouth with the weight of fate behind them, her tirade growing feverishly inspired with every syllable even as the mighty aristocrat of the Wyld could do nothing but stare and listen in both rapt awe and terrified confusion.<br>

For she shone as the golden light of the Daystar itself now and the eternal eyes of an owl ate away at her soul. Without even thinking he fell to his knees beat not through the edge of a blade but the cutting sword of the truth. She exiled him back where he belonged sentencing him to forever walk these wretched lands as punishment for his crimes.<br>

In his soul, the fallen Lord of the Hunt knew that he would never be able to part his nature from this and so him and his steed returned whence they came never to be seen again.<br>

As she turned around to leave still unaware of what had come to pass she paused feeling an hand weighting upon her shoulder and pleasant warmth and infinite resplendent glories next to her. How she could feel such she knew not but that she certainly did.<br>

This is when Harmony met with her God and Heaven's King, the Unconquered Sun who told her of much and beseeched her bring his Law back upon a world which had fell to anarchy and strife.<br>

And so did the fates laugh softly at this odd day where sisters would both catch the sun's glance and meet again at the gates of a city for now sparred.<br>

Peace is fleeting however and events conspire, for the sisters indeed live in interesting times.<br>

Who could truly be ready for them? How many Wyld Hunts averted through cleverness and timely action all for the sake of their homeland's preservation and future. This far away from the mainland they were afforded a measure of safety. Yet this would prove their undoing.<br>

For they were on the first line when the Fae Lords came with armies stretching to the horizon and behemoths banging upon the sky in numbers incalculable.<br>

For they stood at dawn when they came for Creation with hunger in their empty eyes and no words to speak.<br>

For Katraya del Zexay stood at the brink when the day of the Second Balorian Crusade came.<br>

They fought valiantly for every inch of lost territory, their people running close behind them with the sisters all that stood between their cherished people and reality failing all around them in a cascade of madness and terror.<br>

Their homeland fell to the Wyld as much of Creation did but their people survived until the Grand Circle of Denandsor activated the Sword of Creation, saving Creation from the dire fate which awaited it when its other defenders could no more run.<br>

They rebuilt a new homeland on the edge of Creation's new frontier. The Duchy of Ragarol would be no more but the city of Katraya del Zexay would live on forever.<br>

As the new Deliberative took shape on the Blessed Isle with the Grand Circle of Denandsor as the primary partisans of this movement Harmony felt that this opportunity could not be ignored and joined the new ruling body of Creation as a Celestial Deliberator almost immediately.<br>

Quickly she learned that in this place she could find people to match her political acumen. The rest is rather bluntly history but suffice to say that over the last decade she has gone through a meteoric rise which allowed her to be declared after years of politicking and service as the Judge Supreme of the Deliberative who would take the head of the Ministry of Justice. Satisfied with this position she has since then served with both devotion and zeal such that it is admirable.<br>

Nowadays few remember Smiling Harmony, for she's long ago given away her name. Perhaps she did so out of hubris. Perhaps out of desire to let go of the past. Perhaps as necessary casualty to her destiny. Or perhaps even as one of many sacrifices on the path to sorcerous enlightenment.<br>

Whatever the real reason, she is now known as Imperative Harmony of Order.<br>

She who presides over the laws of Creation and Heaven alike.<br>