For the love of the Clan.
Author's Note: New chapters are released every week by Monday. Please enjoy this fanfiction based in part around Clash of Clans. Thank you for your continued support and any comments or reviews. ~Moby
Introduction:
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? The motto of his clan rang in his head like a bell slowly becoming a droning droll. He leaned against the crumbling wall of his clan castle, his sword dragging in the dirt, the tip slowly carving through the grass. The words of that motto emblazoned in the steel, shining bright with blood of fallen enemies. His arms weak from swinging repeatedly in futile dismay. Yet even more so was the weight upon his head, that of the crown of his Kingdom.
"What a joke...some King I am." he gaped, staring into the eternal darkness and destruction.
This wretched wreckage reeked of blood and death, the battlefield desolate and desecrated by that putrid permeating stench. The King reeled, his throat filling with bile as the smell hit his nostrils. Even the Barbarian King could not stomach all that war had to offer.
His land, his people, his everything - was now in ruins.
He gazed across the battlefield praying to catch sight of the thing that mattered most to him, but alas even that was now stolen from him.
And there wasn't anything he wouldn't do to get it back.