an: Hi everyone, here is my new story. The first chapters are short but they will be longer later.

Many thanks to Rizzy ^^

Enjoy reading.

An important victory

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Fact n°1 : At first, there was no main empire. There were many empires, never confronting each other, some who even ignored the others existence. Each of them were trying to expand and grow for as everyone know "land is power".

Of course, this peaceful coexistence stopped when the larger empires decided to conquer the smaller ones. And step by step, the entire universe with its the four galaxies, was divided in three zones: the Daikirian Empire, also known as the Green Kingdom, the Tsujirin Empire, also known as the Cold Lands, and the Unknows.

The three zones became two after the final battle of Minimaa, confronting the two enemies, and marking thus the beginning of a new era: the year 1 after Minimaa, the Cold Times… An era of sufferance and death for billions of people.

Minimaa wasn't just a battle, it was a massacre. It was the war's "bouquet final". The Daikirians knew they were going to die, but they never expected what hit them.

King Cold had selected his most cruel and aggressive warriors for Minimaa. He had then locked them all together and had given them hormones to strengthen them. Because of this procedure, Cold's men were so desperately violent that they killed each other. Some even killed themselves trying to relieve their anger, their thirst for blood.

As soon as their ships touched the ground, the soldiers launched themselves on their opponent. The Daikirians military force was wiped out in less than twelve hours, a new record. But they weren't satiated, not yet. They tortured the people. Not just some poor Daikirians, all of them. Burning them alive, crushing their bones one by one… This took 4 months for the Cold forces to finish.

Some Tsijirin mercenaries had more perfidy, they forced children to kill their parents, or the other way around. Some women were raped before their cubs' eyes. Some mothers were even forced to watch their children being raped, no matter their age.

Minimaa used to be the Daikirians most precious jewel. A city of knowledge, of wealth, of freedom... Sure, the planet wasn't perfect, but it was still a good place to live. But after four month, Minimaa was a desert.

When the last Daikirian civilian was killed, King Cold finally celebrated his triumph. A feast was organized in the ruins of an old arena.

All the soldiers had taken a seat, and King Cold and his two sons, Cooler and Freezer, were in the royal logia. Some Daikirians corpses had been cooked for the occasion. Everybody was devouring the flesh and tasting its unique flavor. The meat was tender, slightly juicy. The smell was appealing.

Cold, a tall Tsujirin with white skin and two long horns, was eating just like his men, like a famished lion. Freezer was eating like a true prince, with a knife and a fork, taking his time, eating like. Cooler wasn't touching his plate. He was actually disgusted with his family habits.

While his men's stomachs were getting full, Cold was contemplating the small figure down in the arena.

The man crawling down there was the very last of his kind. Like every Daikirian male his skin was reddish, he wasn't tall (compare to an adult Tsijirin) and he had a white beard. His name was Ildiko, the Daikirian Emperor. After twelve hours of struggling against Cold's forces, Prince Freezer himself had retrieve him and brought him to his king. He had seen his family, his friends, his people die… And now it was his turn.

"How does it feel like old friend?" screamed Cold "to know that you are done for?"
Ildiko took a long and shaky breath. He could smell his people's flesh and hear his enemies eating. A drop of sweat went down his neck.

"Well Cold, my friend, I honestly don't give a dam" he finished, gazing at him directly in Cold' eyes, with a look a defiance.

"Hn, did you hear that my sons, this is the final proof of supreme victory, when even your greatest enemy lets you win"

The king, his princes, but also all the soldiers bursted into laughter. The sound they created all together could frighten the bravest men, it could run your blood cold.

"You are not even worth my time."

Cold finished the man with a final beam, making the crowd roar in victory.