Disclaimer: I don't own the Kamen Rider franchise-it belongs to Toei and Ishinomori Shotaro! Only the OCs and OC Riders are original as well as the plot!
AN: This a pilot for a future story that I plan to write. I hope you enjoy it!
The continent of Europe was once engulfed in an age simply named the Dark Ages. It was a time of continuous warfare amongst different nations as monarchs tried to expand their land as much as possible. The people under them locked in what seemed to be an eternal system that prevented any social mobility. Fortunately, periods of knowledge and intellect, such as the Renaissance and the Enlightenment, brought an end to that period. The people were taken out of that feudal system, allowing them to experience economic prosperity and political freedom.
However, in this world, the countries of the world continue their medieval ways of ruling separate their separate kingdoms and fighting over dominance. Technology has become incorporated into such conflicts, giving armies the weapons, such as laser rifles and cannons to eliminate more of their foes. Though the feudal system was removed, the people do not experience that much social mobility and still are forced to follow their rulers. Interestingly enough, there is one country that is different from rest: Spain.
Spain, like the other European countries, does have its continuous medieval warfare, but there are some differences that set it apart from the others. In the north of Spain lies the Castillian Empire, while in the south was Moorish kingdom of the Tariqun Caliphate. Both are warring empire seeking to expand its territories, but they also allow more social and political mobility than the other nations. Still, it would seem that there was another about to rise from the shadows of the past...
The Tariqun Caliphate stretched from its capital city of Granada all the way up to the border, where it met with the Castillian Empire. Though there would be conflicts at the border, the two kingdoms managed to retain some form peace between one another, though it wasn't always like this. At first, the Tariqun Caliphate was a small kingdom, but after a few decades, it expanded into a large empire as it took some lands from the Castillian Empire. All of the land within southern Spain was under the rule of the Caliph, save for the lone city of Seville.
Since Seville was the only city not apart of the Caliph's kingdom, many attempts were made to conquer it only to meet with failures. Generals upon generals would return to Granada to report their failure to the Caliph, who would then employ someone else to besieged the city. For over five decades, the Caliph's forces have failed over and over again to reach their goal and that is what the ruler of Seville thought as they attack once more.
Seville's walls were bombarded by blasts from laser cannons as well as blaster rifles that the soldiers carried. The soldiers of the Caliph wore the usual bronze domed-shaped helmet as well as a black breastplate over the green pants and shirt. Each one carried a blaster rifle along with a curved sword meant for close combat. Most of them charged towards the walls in hopes of climbing it, while the rest manned the laser cannons and rifles to destroy the wall that blocked their path of reaching the city of Seville.
A few miles away from the besieged walls was a tent where a single figure watched. The figure was a young man, about twenty, with light tanned skin, short dark brown hair, and blue eyes. He wore the standard uniform of a green shirt and pants that were held up by a black sash, where his sword hung from. The young man wore a cape that hung form his shoulders, and on his head was a black, domed-shaped helmet.
"How long until our forces breach through the wall?" the young man asked the person standing next to him.
The person standing next to the young man was the commander of the army, who wore the same uniform as the teen, but was in his early forties. "It will take a few hours, Lieutenant Sal," the commander replied as his eyes never left his army.
The young man, now identified as Sal, nodded at that. "Alright, see if you can have some of our men attack from the city's rear."
The commander nodded as he was about to leave when a soldier came running up to the tent. "What is it?" the commander asked, noting the soldier's face filled with urgency.
"Sir, our forces are being bombarded by the king's men from behind!" the soldier reported.
The soldier's report was loud enough for Sal to hear as the young lieutenant ran up to him. "Are you sure?" Sal asked his subordinate.
The soldier nodded, confirming his report, and Sal immediately looked at his commander standing next to him. "Divert a division of our forces from besieging the city!" Sal commanded before he turned around to head towards the sieging walls of Seville.
The commander's eyes widen as he ran after his superior. "Divert a division of our forces?" he exclaimed with shock.
"Yes! Send them to help out those troops!" Sal ordered without looking back as he continued his march towards the walls.
"But what about the siege?" the commander questioned.
When he asked that, the commander saw Sal stop and turned around towards him. Much to his surprise, the commander saw Sal grin at him. "Leave that to me," was all he said.
With that, Sal turned back around and ran towards Seville's walls, leaving a stunned commander. Though hesitant, the commander turned towards the soldier and ordered, "Tell the fourth division of our army to redirect their assault from the walls to the Seville troops at the rear!"
The soldier nodded and immediately ran back to convey the new orders, leaving the commander standing by himself near the tent. As he stared off at the siege of Seville, the commander wondered if his superior was doing the right thing.
As Seville's walls were attacked by the forces of the Caliph, inside was the city of Seville itself with its citizens inside shelters to be protected from the cannons and blasters. The soldiers, on the other hand, were on the walls trying to keep the Tariqun forces from entering the walls as they fired their own blasters and cannons at their opponents. The soldiers of Seville were being ordered by the city's nobles, who also tried to keep the Caliph's forces away from the city. Among the nobles that were on the wall was Henry, the king of Seville.
Though he was in his early fifties, one could tell Henry was well built, despite the red robe covering his yellow shirt. He also wore yellow pants that were held up by a white sash around his waist, where his sheathed longsword hung from. On his forearms and legs were gray gauntlets and boots as well as a gray breastplate on his chest. Henry had green eyes and dirty blond hair that went down to his neck, touching his fair skin. "Hold your ground men!" he encouraged them to keep up morale. "We can't let them get passed this wall!"
One of the nobles, who wore a brown cape over his gray armor, approached the king. "My king!" the nobleman bowed his head in respect.
Turning his head towards the nobleman, the King of Seville immediately demanded, "What is it?"
"Your majesty, a division of the invading forces have turned towards from our walls!" the nobleman reported with a hint of urgency in his tone.
Henry grinned as he felt a hint of pride overcome him. "Good! That means we have them on the run!"
Before the king could continue his boast, the nobleman interrupted, "But my king, our forces that we sent out are being attacked by that division!"
Henry's grin left his face as it was filled with shock and surprise. "Are you sure?" Henry demanded.
"Yes," the nobleman confirmed. "The remaining forces have retreated back to the walls before they could be captured."
Seville's king let out a sigh of frustration before ordering, "Tell them to go to the healers. They'll need to regain their strength."
The nobleman nodded as he left the king, but before Henry could resume keeping his soldiers in check, a gray-armored knight called out, "My king, someone is attacking the eastern wall!"
Henry's head whipped towards the soldier. "What? Who's attacking us?" Henry demanded.
Before anyone could answer, a part of the eastern wall of Seville exploded as bricks of stone went flying into the air and striking some of the King's knights. The king and some of the nobles turned their attention towards the eastern wall to see a large hole in the lower bit of the wall with smoke coming out of it. "Send what remaining knights we have to defend that area!" the king immediately ordered as ran down the steps in hopes of reaching the eastern wall. "We can't afford anyone to get in!"
As if on cue, a group of gray armored knights immediately arrived at the eastern wall with their swords and pikes out, ready to fight whoever was coming through. While the king ran across the grounds, he noticed smoke came out of the hole and covered the entire area, which made it hard for the knight already there to see their enemies. Much to Henry's shock, he saw his knights were being eliminated, one by one, by a figure, whose form was blurred by the smoke. Henry fastened his pace in hopes of arriving there sooner, but he was already too late for the knights at the eastern wall were already lying on the ground, either unconscious or wounded.
Upon arriving the eastern wall, Henry tried to get a good look of the person responsible for this, and though the smoke blurred his vision, the King of Seville could see a figure standing in the center of the defeated knights. Henry could see the figure wearing black armor and had green eyes with a curved sword in his hands. The rest of his features were hidden by the smoke coming from hole in the eastern wall as well as the blasters and cannons nearby. 'Who is he?' Henry wondered.
Some of the king's knights that had arrived with Henry charged at the unknown figure only to be struck down by a shining blade or by the figure's fists. Done with the knights, the figure turned his attention towards the king of Seville, which made Henry draw his sword out his scabbard. Henry charged at the black armored figure and swung his sword at him, but the smoke worsen the King's vision as his sword only hit the air around him instead of his opponent. The figure dodged the attack before he swung his sword at Henry, who brought his sword up in time to block it. Their blades were locked against one another with the king trying to overcome his opponent by putting more pressure on his blade.
However, the king of Seville would not have any luck as the figure arced his curved blade upward, sending Henry's sword into the sky. Before he could react, Henry found the figure's sword at his throat while his sword landed on the ground with a 'clank.' Henry stared into the green eyes, which he now realized were actual compound lenses, as the figure kept his sword against Henry's throat. "Do you yield?" the figure asked.
The King of Seville sighed in defeat and spoke the words he never thought would be spoken. "I yield."
Instead of removing his sword, armored figure demanded, "Tell your troops to surrender."
Henry let out a sigh as he turned looked over his shoulder to see one of his knight standing there in shock of what happened. "Commander!" he shouted, snapping the knight out of shock. "Order all of the knight to surrender!"
Though he was hesitant, the knight nodded before running to tell Seville's forces the king's new order. Once the knight was gone, Henry exhaled a breath of relief as the the figure removed his sword from his neck. The figure's armor suddenly disappeared, revealing himself to be none other than the young lieutenant leading the siege of Seville. The smoke had cleared away by now, so the king of Seville recognized Sal's face and knew who he was. 'It can't be!' Henry though to himself.
"The Arcane Conqueror," his eyes widen in shock.
"Is that what they call me?" Sal thought aloud as he sheathed his sword. "And I thought nobody ever heard of me."
"Yes," Henry nodded. "A strange lieutenant in the Caliph's army who conquers kingdoms but allows the kings and queens to rule as long as they trade with the Caliph and remain his allies."
"Really?" Sal questioned with a hint of humor in his voice. When Henry nodded, Sal smirked as he stated, "Well then, I might as well keep my reputation by leaving you in charge."
Henry's eyes widen. "Really?"
"It's what I do," Sal replied with a smirk. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to my troops and let them know."
With that, he turned around and walked through in the hole in Seville's eastern wall to inform his forces of Seville's surrender. However, the young lieutenant was unaware of a cloaked figure watching him from one of the watch towers...
AN: And that's it. Please leave reviews to let me know your comments and constructive criticism! Also, this story is NOT up for adoption! Thank you.
Raika out!