Kronos lost zoklot do kulaan. Lokaal naal pah, vomos naal nid. Ni jul do dahrin vust tinvaak kras do mok ko vahzen. Rok spoke fah joriin, ahrk fod rok spoke, rok lovuneh spoke naan nuz vahzen. jun, vutharaak, vomos vahzen, ahrk grew rahgron fod Gorah ahrk daar med mok spoke nii. Ruz veistul muz came wah jun. Nust sumah rot do viidost. "Kronos abuses ok suleyk grinstiid," nust saag, "Hi lost pruzaan kos govir do mok." Nust viidost junro nalkun rahgot hil. Rok nos Kronos tum, taking hond ok kulaanus tet. Thuz lost nahlot geltkey zul, zul do joriin, ahrk faal Laat Kulaan do faal Lokoltei do Kein lost nid zuk.
Kronos was the greatest of the princes. Loved by all, disliked by none. Not a man of reason could speak ill of him in truth. He spoke for the people, and when he spoke, he seldom spoke anything but the truth. The king, however, disliked the truth, and grew angry when Titan and his like spoke it to him. Then wicked men came to the king. They whispered words of venom. "Kronos abuses his power often," they said, "You had best be rid of him." They poisoned the king's already angered heart. He struck Kronos down, taking away his princely title. Thus was silenced the caring voice, the voice of the people, and the Last Prince of the Empire of War was no more.