"However I have great reverence for you as a person, but I have to draw the line on this one." Ahmed bin Mahdullah said with all the respect he could muster.After taking staring at Ahmed bin Mahdullah for several heartbeats, he raised his eyebrows and shifted his gaze to Yavio, who shrugged. "Okay, I will not force you to go against the wishes of your faith, however I hope you would perform the rituals that pleases your own deity, and pray that all turns out well for us.""Allahu Akbar!" He declared firmly, and his comrades echoed after him. "We shall pray and I have faith that the tides would turn in our favor." He continued.King Lauihnio nodded at the Arab Azarians. "That means we are going to perform our ritual on our own son Danios then.""We would gladly wait for you to observe any ritual on one of your own king Lauihnio." Ahmed bowed his head as he said."Okay that is good to hear. You can ready your men outside, Danios would join you after." King Lauihnio then motioned at Y
As the weight of the golden necklace settled against his chest, Lord Mordian's heart was filled with a sense of purpose and urgency. The memory of passing on the necklace to his son, Danios, had stirred a newfound determination within him. He knew about the purposed concecretion and the journey his son alongside the seven selected Arab Azarian assassins that were to travel to were the Quanian army, led by king Brothlander had set up their camp.With a determined stride, Lord Mordian hurried out of his chamber and made his way through the grand corridors of the palace. His mind raced with thoughts of his son's safety and the mission he had undertaken. As he entered the bustling king's court, his eyes scanned the opulent chamber for a glimpse of King Lauihnio.However, Lord Mordian's keen eyes failed to find the king among the assembled nobles and advisors. Frowning, he approached a nearby guard and inquired, "Where is King Lauihnio? I seek an audience with him."The guard glanced at
It was the third day ever since the Arab Azarians alongside Danios set out for their journey to the Quanian camp at the Kidarnian valley. Meanwhile Lord Mordian was given a new task by his nephew king Lauihnio.King Lauihnio had assigned him to take charge of the city gates. This however was Lord Mordian's request because, he personally wanted to welcome his son home when the time came for their squad to be back from their mission. He imagined how celebrations would errupt in Vegia and more than that, he imagined how he would reconnect with his son, and tell him how proud he was of the man he had become. This time he would say it from his heart unlike the previous time when he didn't. Though he had said that was a proud father the time before, his ego did not allow him to say it wholeheartedly.Lord Mordian sat atop a sturdy wooden stool within the tower that overlooked the city gates. The room was lit by the soft glow of oil lamps, casting flickering shadows on the stone walls.Bef
Captain Valerius heaved a sigh. "Yes. The news of King Brothlander's army registered intense panic among the inhabitants in Vegia.""Same in Laoia captain. The news of King Brothlander's threat caused great uncertainty and disunity there in Laoia. Thank the gods the problem was resolved pretty quickly before we plunged into civil war.""You speak about the rebellious faction. Those bastards deserved their fate, fear of an unseen enemy made them turn against the crown. Such cowardice, they did not deserve to be called Bauthinians." Captain Valerius dimmed his eyebrow while he said that with a very serious look.The thought of how news of King Brothlander caused great panic among the people of Bauthinia caused Lord Mordian to begin to wonder how the Quanian king really looked like. He began to think of King Brothlander as a malevolent looking maniac who did not need deep thought to carry out his duties as King. He imagined him as a man ruled by his instincts. "They call him the mad kin
Later that day as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting its warm and golden hues across the sky, the Bauthinian soldiers stood vigilant upon the battlements of the Vegian city gate. The fading light of dusk painted the world in a soft, ethereal glow, lending an air of quiet reverence to their watch. As they stood guard, the world around them seemed to transition into a realm of shadows and whispers, and with it came moments of camaraderie that offered a brief respite from the gravity of their impending conflict within which was in relation to king Brothlander's army.Whispers and laughter drifted among the soldiers, their voices carrying the lightness of a shared moment. One soldier, his eyes fixed on the horizon beyond the walls, leaned in to his comrade and began to share a tale with an amused grin. "Have you heard the stories, mate? They say that the women of Vegia are as enchanting as the dusk itself. So fair that they could make a warrior's heart falter even in the midst o
"Where are they?" Lord Mordian asked anxiously while he scanned the horizon."There they are." The soldier that had informed him of the news pointed at some emerging figures that was originally difficult to make sense of.Lord Mordian had to dim his eyes before he captured the frames of the emerging horsemen."This was very quick, very quick, quicker than I could imagine." Captain Valerius smiled satisfactorily proving that he was cocksure that the emerging horsemen were their Arab Azarian allies.Who wouldn't, however slowly but surely the mood amongst the sentries on the battlements began to light up as they looked ready to celebrate. They began to sing victory songs, while others began to hum in rhythm to the song that was sung.As the steady gallops of the horses continued causing the horsemen to surge forward, a smile began to form across Lord Mordian's face. He knew what the death of Brothlander would mean to the Bauthinians, he was sure that a great feast would occur tonight on
Lord Mordian stood on the ramparts, his heart pounding in his chest like a relentless drum. The words of the Quanian horseman echoed in his mind, each syllable a chilling reminder of the stakes at hand. His fingers tightened around the hilt of his sword, the once-cool metal now warm and slick beneath his grip.A cold sweat broke out across his forehead as he battled to quell the rising panic within him. His mind raced, thoughts swirling in a chaotic tempest. Could it be? Could my son...? The very notion sent a shockwave of dread coursing through his veins.His eyes remained fixated on the hooded figures below, their movements retreating into the distance. His chest tightened, and he could almost feel the weight of those severed heads upon his shoulders.As the soldiers around him looked utterly confused, restless and disheartened they were unaware of the storm raging within his mind, Lord Mordian's thoughts spiraled further into a maelstrom of anguish. His breath came in shallow
A surge of relief washed over Lord Mordian as he realized that his son's head was not among the macabre display before him. His shoulders sagged slightly, and a heavy breath escaped his lips, mingling with the cool night air. Yet, despite the initial wave of relief, a lingering tension remained, gnawing at the edges of his consciousness.His mind was a tempest of conflicting emotions, a torrent of thoughts that tugged at his heart and mind. As the soldiers stood by his side, their torches flickering in the night, Lord Mordian's gaze remained fixed on the severed heads."Were could Danios be?" he wondered, his voice a mere whisper against the backdrop of his racing thoughts. The question echoed in his mind, the uncertainty gnawing at his resolve.His eyes flicked to the horizon, as if searching for a sign, a glimpse of hope. The darkness that stretched beyond the fortress walls seemed to hold a multitude of secrets, each more chilling than the last."Did they kill him without severi