Prologue
There is a large port town called Midway on the very border of the Helic and Guylos countries where if you stood in the middle of the central market you could have one foot on Helic territory and the other on Guylos. The town lies on a peninsula that jettisons out from the mainland in a slow arc creating a small gulf that acts as a safe harbor for all traveling ships during storms. At the very tip of the peninsula is the farthest point you can travel on land on this side of the main continent.
If you go there early in the morning before the tide rolls in you can see a slim piece of land coming through the fog. That is the eastern coast of the island called Zenebane. Not much has come to either the Guylos Empire or Helic Republic from Zenebane. One of the previous rulers of the Zenebanian nation had long ago began a strict policy of isolationism. For hundreds of years all the way up until today the Kings of Zenebane had only made two exceptions to their policy.
Zenebane would trade spices and drugs.
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"Child where you going so fast?" an old seaman chuckled from his seat at the dock as a young boy ran past nearly knocking over a bucket of bait. The boy stopped to look back at the old man and began sobbing.
"Brother has been taken!" the boy cried out, "Two men took him while we were in the market!" This time the bucket of bait was knocked into the water as the old man shot up from his chair.
"Not another one," now both old man and young boy ran down the docks towards the center of town. By the time the pair reached the central market it was too late. With an ageing withered hand the old man covered the young boy's innocent brown eyes, shielding him from his brother's mutilated corps hanging high in the air. It was senseless and vulgar violence that no one at Midway understood.
This town belonged to Zenebane now. This town belonged to the Zagaria.
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I don't own zoids.