The prison. Agranah. "Huh?"Kie woke up from sleep. Twas evening. He could feel the orange rays of the moody sun splattered on his face through the little bars of window cut out of the thick wall. But that was not all. That wasn't the reason he had woken up. He could feel a sudden urge within him. An urge he could not place or throw away. An urge he could neither discard nor create a room for. Then suddenly, he felt his system acting of their own accord. First, twas his legs bringing up his frame to an upright posture. Then his neck suddenly turned in the direction of the bars of the prison. His bewitched legs then started to lead him towards the door. He wanted so much to stop himself but he couldn't. He didn't want to resurrect the problem he had with the guards before he'd been put to sleep by force earlier. The guards were still there. Five of them now, to restrain him or have him chopped down if he tried anything fu

Under a large Boabab tree. "Quite a hide."Amani scoffed, standing at the foot of a large Boabab tree whose height was close to a mirage, let alone its unprecedented breadth. You could say that it'd been fed with magic, if there's anything as such. There was an opening in the root of the tree from where she was standing. She edged towards it and climbed down the wooden stairs made under the root, climbing down into the underground hide. As soon as she stepped down the last stair, she looked up ahead of it. The room was lit up with torches in every corners. And to the north of where she was standing was a super tall man, seating on a bed, with his back to her. She edged towards the fellow who was been chanted upon by a poet who sang his very own praise; the God-king, Xerxes. "Quite a hide you found yourself."Amani teased. Xerxes suddenly held up one of his hands and the poet stopped odeing. He twirled his fing

Agranah. Palace. "What brings the god back to Agranah?"Jaith was on his knees, his face scarcely looking up at the God-king who was well established in the throne of Agranah.Xerxes kept his gaze on Jaith for a while, obviously not ready to give him a response. Then he looked away suddenly from him to the new throne beside the real throne. Then to one of his elites, he called,"Take this away and make a pebble of it. No other throne shall sit beside the God-king's. I have to come to stay in Agranah, and you mortal..."Now addressing Jaith who cowered at the aura,"Shall be the commander of my army."Jaith stuttered as he watched the appointed elite lift the throne; how was it even possible for a random man to do that? Such cedar throne! Oops! He forgot. No random persons was close to a God! All's predetermined!"I have no right to question the choice of the god. But if I may ask, what inspired

Evening. In the Woods of Agranah. "Malisa, Malisa."Hannibal called repeatedly as Malisa, face an epitome of rage, stood up from the round stone and began to walk away. Seeing that his call would breed nothing, he stood up and rushed to her. He grabbed one of her arms,"At least here me out."She snatched her arm from his hold. She barked,"What do you have to say? Sit back and let that bitch of a lady -- no, that heartless panther rip his heart out in the stupid war?"She tried to calm down,"You said already that Kie doesn't want to be the king. And I can attest to that. If he really wanted to, he wouldn't had ran away on my wedding day, knowing what a marriage to a princess would earn him. What every man would kill to have!!!"She allowed the loops of breath to settle in her lungs before she picked up from where she'd stopped,"I can find my way with Kie. He now loves me before that bitch she r

Agranah Palace. "You can't barge i--"A guard tried to stop another guard who was bent on meeting the God-king at once. The desperate guard broke his way through and hurried through the throne hall towards where Xerxes was. The throne hall was filled with the activities like the previous day. You wouldn't had guessed that something fiery was about to scorch Agranah. The guard didn't stop as he hurried through but was stopped by the elites. Xerxes noticed then raised one of his hands. Silence knew its place as usual. But before he could ask, the guard's throat flexed its needs,"The army arrived. The army of the furious dead. They are marching towards the field by the Arena.""Be at peace, dear mortal. How large is this army?"Xerxes' thick voice filled the room. The guard took a few loops of breath before he came on,"Around a thousand army. But they are not humans! They are wierd looking really creepy. I wat