A long time ago your farther owned this land,
but back then it wasnt the barren dessert it is now.
The year is 1198, it has just passed your tenth birthday,
your father holds you in his arms and shows
you his castle from the top of the keep.
In the distance you see a glint of reflection from the sun,
and discard it as a fallen dagger or sword from a weary traveler.
You suddenly sit up realising that the dream has come again, the year is now 1218.
Several years have passed since your father died and his kingdom fell back into the desert,
the dreams still haunt you and the scars will never heal.
But that doesnt matter now, you are alive and land is yours.
The peasants that have followed you, only have because they have know where else to go.
You have lost your supplies while traveling
and only have the bare remains to live on.
Rebuild the castle which once owned this land and clain it as your own.