The Nation was once a frozen wasteland. Whirling with snow that swirled in acrobatic patterns, winds that whistled and howled in all corners of the land. The cold was so harsh that no plant or animal dared to wander nor grow there. Orion A. Corvinarus was told to have been a fool for heading for empty land, said he would bring the end of those that were stupid enough to believe in him… and yet somehow they survived. If you're a religious folk you may believe it was an act of the Gods, if you're an individual of science you may simply believe that the seasons changed at the perfect time, but for whatever reason somehow, someway that once frozen tundra became a serene green paradise. Suddenly the sun shined and warmed the land, melting all the snow and revealing fields that flourished with grass and blooming flowers that gleamed a golden dew. Bees and dragonflies flit from bud to bud, one could hear the subtle buzz of their wings fluttering. The wildlife that was thought to be once none existence suddenly began to roam the land. A miracle happened that day, a miracle that started a community, started homes, started the nation that would soon be known as Evander.