The pride has always been shrouded in myth and legend, a tale of a war between mighty dragons that wasn't entirely inaccurate. The war of dragons remains one of the most venerated to this day and speaks of the birth of the royal line and all that came after it.
Long before the Al-Siq found themselves in the way they are today, they were once ruled by a single lion who united the coloured tribes to bring together his chosen Justicars. Following the destruction of the Black Dragon, the Al-Siq nation was born and united under his paw, they lived in relative peace. Though the dramas and spats of the average mortal would always exist, the thoughts of war and terror were far from their mind.
However, with the fall of the Black Dragon came the birth of superstition, and at the helm of the priests' religious teaching, those of less 'fortunate' colouring were considered to be ominous and dangerous. Though not the will of the Monarch, divisions began to fester and before long a scourge was born. One that fought back against the teachings that implied they were corrupted, weak, and not entitled to live within this world.
In no time at all, they grew in strength and within a small number of generations, they rose up unexpectedly. The casualties were extensive and while the pride did their best to fight back, they found themselves losing ground. It was during this time that the Monarch made his choice and ordered his personal guard away - the order was simple, they were to protect the pride rather than him and while he appreciated their reservations, they understood his decision.
On that day, those feared for their martial prowess displayed why that was so, and the scourge that had threatened their land was gradually pushed back... But it came at considerable price. As gains were made and the Justicars slowly returned to the Emperor's stronghold, they realised that he had fallen in their absence.
With no heirs to his name, for he had never found one to claim as his heart, a power vacuum emerged in what the Justicars feared would incite further division. Fortunately, it seemed the Dragon Priests already had this in paw, and as war seemed to be on the horizon they gave a glimmer of hope.
...While there was no heir yet, one would be born in time. Heralding from the Justicar bloodlines, a pure child would spring fourth and lead the Al-Siq in to a new age. Until that time, the Justicars would tend to the pride's needs and maintain the status quo. It was a prophecy that would be accepted by the majority of the pride and at least secured their safety for a period of time.
This status quo continued for a considerable amount of time and with the nobles restless and the scourge once again preparing for an assault, it seemed less and less likely that a new heir would be born.
And then it actually happened.
Prometheus was born to the blue Justicar and his peculiar mate, and in him, rested a chance for the Al-Siq to grow once more.
