Prologue
The cloud-filled sky gave a melancholy aura to the battlefield below. Two armies poised against each other; fighting over land, honor, and pride; fighting for their families; fighting for their lives. Both lured into the same scheming and twisted fate. The heavens began to poor tears upon them while the gods rumbled in infuriated rage. The canyon echoed the near deafening claps of thunder. The dirt began to turn to mud and the fear of death was rising among the armies. The lead generals rode valiant horses in the front lines. Armed with swords, spears, and axes; they charged. Yells of courage sprang out as they ran at each other with increasing speed. Catapults and ballistae fired at each other. Men and women were flying left and right by the shockwave of the thrown boulders and giant bolts. Chaos sprang out as they climactically clashed their weapons into battle.
Kiriai, a valiant swordsman, is the leader of a small portion of the army of Flora. He rushed into battle hastily and used his god-given sword with unmatched skill. The sword even seemed to glow amongst the dark armor worn by his comrades. Arrows then began to rain down from the cliffs above. Ambushed, Kiriai and a small band of guardsman quickly rushed up a small path that led to the top of the canyon. Lightning crashed down upon the path, making a tree fall in their way. The broken timber then began rolling down the path at an alarming rate, but Kiriai kept running at full speed. The tree came tumbling closer and closer until it was a mere spear- jest away, Kiriai jumped up sideways onto the side of the canyon. The thunder was of no fear of his when it crackled as he ran the side of the wall, passing the rolling tree. Some of the other guardsman managed to jump the tree; others were crushed alive or sent plummeting to the battle below.
Nearing the top of the canyon, Kiriai jumped the last few feet and began taking out archers right and left while he still had the element of surprise. Kiriai's light armor clanked with the patter of the rain drops. His long white hair slung around flinging water in all directions as he fought with great speed. Kiriai slew many archers and didn't even take one injury.
Upon success, he spun around to rejoin the battle when he was confronted by the army general himself. The general goes by the name "Purge" since he has killed many men and has destroyed vast armies even when he was outnumbered. Purge's extremely thick armor seemed to be a burden on his speed. He carried a massive axe that was double-headed and fiercely lethal. As Purge laughed at the sight of Kiriai's weaker stature, Purge threw an extremely powerful swing at Kiriai. Purge's axe hit the ground with a force so powerful that it threw Kiriai off his feet. Kiriai then rolled around the side of him and jumped up, springing around and clanking the thick armor with his razor-sharp sword. Amazingly, in a quick counter-attack, Purge managed to spin and kick Kiriai with his gargantuan greaves. Kiriai was knocked back a few steps and then the guardsmen rushed in on Purge. With one single horizontal swing, all of the guardsmen were either thrown off the side of the cliff or cut mercilessly in half by his axe. At the sight of this, rage filled Kiriai's blood and his sword began to glow with extreme intensity. Energy began gathering around the blade of Kiriai's sword. Then in one instant while Purge was still dealing with the guardsmen, Kiriai caught him off guard. He jumped into the air just as Purge was turning back around. The blow sent Purge's helm flying into the distance. When Kiriai landed, he noticed that he did not dish out a killing blow. Purge was still clasping his axe. Blood was running down Purge's face and a giant scar could be seen. The scar traveled up his face and through his left eye. Enraged, Purge then let out a heart-wrenching howl and went into a berserk combo of movements. The axe was being swung at an alarming rate of speed considering its size. The axe swung, struck the ground, spun, then lifted, and struck again. Amazed by the speed, Kiriai was beginning to panic. Kiriai was trying desperately to dodge them all when one struck him across the chest. Kiriai went flying into a tree from the impact and then tree then cracked and began to fall off the side of the cliff. Blood spewed out of Kiriai's mouth and rain was puncturing his wound and making pain run through his body.
A tear I ran down Kiriai's face as images of his family came fluctuating through his thoughts. Time stood still as he remembered the peace home from which he came, his lovely and beautiful wife, his wonderful kids, and his father in a distant land. All of these memories slowly faded as time then began speeding up again and the tree plummeted to his grave.
"No!" A boy screamed as he awoke from a heart-breaking nightmare, "Daddy! You can't die! No!" Tears were running down the boys face and cascading down onto the covers of the bed, "Don't die daddy! Please don't die!"
As the thunder slowly began to die outside and the rain slowing, the boy's tears were still flowing like a river of grieving sadness.
The cloud-filled sky gave a melancholy aura to the battlefield below. Two armies poised against each other; fighting over land, honor, and pride; fighting for their families; fighting for their lives. Both lured into the same scheming and twisted fate. The heavens began to poor tears upon them while the gods rumbled in infuriated rage. The canyon echoed the near deafening claps of thunder. The dirt began to turn to mud and the fear of death was rising among the armies. The lead generals rode valiant horses in the front lines. Armed with swords, spears, and axes; they charged. Yells of courage sprang out as they ran at each other with increasing speed. Catapults and ballistae fired at each other. Men and women were flying left and right by the shockwave of the thrown boulders and giant bolts. Chaos sprang out as they climactically clashed their weapons into battle.
Kiriai, a valiant swordsman, is the leader of a small portion of the army of Flora. He rushed into battle hastily and used his god-given sword with unmatched skill. The sword even seemed to glow amongst the dark armor worn by his comrades. Arrows then began to rain down from the cliffs above. Ambushed, Kiriai and a small band of guardsman quickly rushed up a small path that led to the top of the canyon. Lightning crashed down upon the path, making a tree fall in their way. The broken timber then began rolling down the path at an alarming rate, but Kiriai kept running at full speed. The tree came tumbling closer and closer until it was a mere spear- jest away, Kiriai jumped up sideways onto the side of the canyon. The thunder was of no fear of his when it crackled as he ran the side of the wall, passing the rolling tree. Some of the other guardsman managed to jump the tree; others were crushed alive or sent plummeting to the battle below.
Nearing the top of the canyon, Kiriai jumped the last few feet and began taking out archers right and left while he still had the element of surprise. Kiriai's light armor clanked with the patter of the rain drops. His long white hair slung around flinging water in all directions as he fought with great speed. Kiriai slew many archers and didn't even take one injury.
Upon success, he spun around to rejoin the battle when he was confronted by the army general himself. The general goes by the name "Purge" since he has killed many men and has destroyed vast armies even when he was outnumbered. Purge's extremely thick armor seemed to be a burden on his speed. He carried a massive axe that was double-headed and fiercely lethal. As Purge laughed at the sight of Kiriai's weaker stature, Purge threw an extremely powerful swing at Kiriai. Purge's axe hit the ground with a force so powerful that it threw Kiriai off his feet. Kiriai then rolled around the side of him and jumped up, springing around and clanking the thick armor with his razor-sharp sword. Amazingly, in a quick counter-attack, Purge managed to spin and kick Kiriai with his gargantuan greaves. Kiriai was knocked back a few steps and then the guardsmen rushed in on Purge. With one single horizontal swing, all of the guardsmen were either thrown off the side of the cliff or cut mercilessly in half by his axe. At the sight of this, rage filled Kiriai's blood and his sword began to glow with extreme intensity. Energy began gathering around the blade of Kiriai's sword. Then in one instant while Purge was still dealing with the guardsmen, Kiriai caught him off guard. He jumped into the air just as Purge was turning back around. The blow sent Purge's helm flying into the distance. When Kiriai landed, he noticed that he did not dish out a killing blow. Purge was still clasping his axe. Blood was running down Purge's face and a giant scar could be seen. The scar traveled up his face and through his left eye. Enraged, Purge then let out a heart-wrenching howl and went into a berserk combo of movements. The axe was being swung at an alarming rate of speed considering its size. The axe swung, struck the ground, spun, then lifted, and struck again. Amazed by the speed, Kiriai was beginning to panic. Kiriai was trying desperately to dodge them all when one struck him across the chest. Kiriai went flying into a tree from the impact and then tree then cracked and began to fall off the side of the cliff. Blood spewed out of Kiriai's mouth and rain was puncturing his wound and making pain run through his body.
A tear I ran down Kiriai's face as images of his family came fluctuating through his thoughts. Time stood still as he remembered the peace home from which he came, his lovely and beautiful wife, his wonderful kids, and his father in a distant land. All of these memories slowly faded as time then began speeding up again and the tree plummeted to his grave.
"No!" A boy screamed as he awoke from a heart-breaking nightmare, "Daddy! You can't die! No!" Tears were running down the boys face and cascading down onto the covers of the bed, "Don't die daddy! Please don't die!"
As the thunder slowly began to die outside and the rain slowing, the boy's tears were still flowing like a river of grieving sadness.