A Tale of Betrayal

The city never slept, but it did lull, and every morning saw the same stirring of life in all the sections of the city. The sky slowly filled with cars and bikes, factories fired into life and the sun pushed the morning's mist off the streets dispersing into the sky. Damas looked down his city with love. He had been king of Haven City for a long time, following a long and noble line, and he had tried to make it a safe place for all the people seeking its refuge. The metal heads had been relentless in their conquering of the outside world and many refugees made their way here for safety. Damas felt the responsibility to give these people a life that was unfairly taken from them. This city would be their Haven now, and he would protect them from all who would do harm.

Damas turned from the giant windows of his throne room and descended the stairs from his chair, his royal armour rattling breaking the silence in the room. It was an important day. After long and careful planning he, with the help of his advisors, had taken the first steps to launch an offensive attack on the metal head nest. Nearly a year in the making, having trained his men, built their supplies and weapons he now had a good strike force of nearly ten thousand strong. They were equipped with ground and air assault vehicles and an impressive amount of fire power.

Too long had the metal heads ravaged his city and traumatised his people, despite his fears for their safety he felt that they needed to respond to this threat.

"My people, is asking you to go to war a fair request?" He said a loud hoping that the question could be answered.

The room was silent.

He sighed and tightened the belt that held his eco sword in place before drawing the great blade, holding out to inspect its edge. The blade was forged from solidified eco crystals centuries ago, the craft work of the precursors and a powerful weapon. He tensed and swung the doubled edged blade expertly, cutting the air in several precise strikes. The movement loosened his muscles and warmed his blood as he whirled in a dance of death.

"My lord has lost none of his warriors spirit." Said a voice from the throne room door.

Damas stopped his routine and turned to see who had entered without announcing themselves and he sighed and smiled to his advisor.

"My spirit is always at war, my friend."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, for where I must war with my enemies to protect my city and its people, I must also war with my conscience. Do you think this war is worth the lives it may cost?"

"This war has already cost lives my lord. It will carry on doing so until we strike forth and make our enemies answer for their actions. King Damas I stand before you now, after we have worked so long at your request to make this campaign as secure as possible, to say that we are ready to win."

Damas studied his advisor taking in the words and making peace within himself, the risks were necessary. As much as he didn't like it he trusted his advisor's judgement and they would march today.

"Then we must go and make these creatures suffer as we have suffered under their wrath. I am ready, my Baron Praxis."