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--The War--
A war has lasted between the Kingdoms of Jarna (or north in their tongue) and Yagno (or south) has been ravaging the land for centuries. The war has been bloody, many slain, and even more have lost something from it. But neither King would dare back down. Allowing the horrible carnage to continue was the only option their pride would allow...
However a third nation as emerged from the darkness of the east... and they do not wish for this war to last longer, instead they hope to upset the balance and claim the world for themselves...
***
Corporal Kan of the Jarna army was drunk. Though at six-thirty on a Friday evening, who in the army isn't? Kan wasn't the most powerful man in the bar, but he easily made his way around the locals bar-wenches. When he spied a very pretty elf woman he knew that she was as good as his. He sat down next to her and started "talking the talk" as he called it.
"Well, hullo there, fair maiden!" he slurred at the maiden who was, up until now, happily observing the carnage of a nearby bar fight. She sighed.
"Oh, please don't bother me; it's certainly not in your best interest." She warned. The Corporal scoffed.
"Oh, really, luv? What could possibly threaten a big man like me?" He said.
"My boyfriend." She said, matter-of-factly.
"Oh, I'm really scared now? What you need is to stop with those elf men and start thinking about something a little outside your species..." He said, moving closer. She looked at him with slight contempt and ignored him. Seeing her indifference he knew that he needed to make a move, fast.
"Oh, give us a kiss, luv!" he said, grabbing her. She only smiled. Seeing this he tried to plant his lips on the elf, but was instead stopped by someone grabbing him by the back of his shirt and yanking him back. The Corporal was very angry now.
"Who do you think you are?" He yelled, before spinning around. "I'm a bloody... bloddy... corporal..." he said as he turned around, facing a chest. But not any chest. A green chest. An orcchest. An angry orc chest. The Corporal gulped.
"What you doin'? Touchin' my lady?" he growled at Kan.
"wh-well, b-but I-I-" the corporal blubbered. The bar fight had stopped. All eyes were fixed on Kan and the orc. The orc growled again, this time not with words. He flung his arm, smashing into the Corporal and sending the offender flying into a solid wall. The orc shot forward toward his victim.
"NO ONE TOUCHES MY PRETTY LADY!" He bellowed, throwing wild punches and, quite frankly, beating the ever-loving snot out of the fallen soldier. The elf quickly walked over to the orc.
"Now, now, honey" She said softly holding the orc's arm, stopping his rage. "He didn't know, why don't we just go."
"Th-that thing is your..." The corporal spat through bloody teeth.
"My boyfriend, yes. Now I suggest you think for a moment or two before laying another hand on a woman." She said, trying very hard to hide a smirk. The corporal just sat there in shock as the two left the bar.
***
Far to the south, a group of clerics placed a grey talisman on a stone alter. The King of the east sauntered to the tablet.
"Amazing," he breathed looking at the intricate tablet. It was shaped something like a ball, but with a line cutting it in half and with a button coming out of one side... He then turned to the clerics. "Begin the summoning. Bring fourth, a Tyranatar." He said with malice. Sitting in a smaller throne next to his father, the prince of the east, tried to hold in a snicker.
"Tyranatar?" he thought, "Who comes up with a name like Tyranatar?"
***
TO BE CONTINUED...
Please tell me how you think I did! I won't learn if you don't tell me your opinions! But please, give constructive criticism. Saying "that sucked" doesn't help me. If you liked it, go ahead and say why! If you don't know why and it's just that amazing, I'll forgive you for that. This is my first submitted story so please, be nice...