Tyrannos

A realm of buoyancy and delight. An untroubled realm, grown strong from the tender people that inhabit the lands and fjords. A realm of serenity and equality; a realm of goodwill. 

And then the tyrant arrived.

His lightest word was law. He was imperious and austere. He was violent. The realm decayed in his wake. The people were met with piercing shackles or disposed of. The realm was polluted with corruption. Everything became abysmal, and the world began to die with the murkiness the tyrant brought with him. The people were left with nothing but lament. 

There was no hope.