When Dario got in close proximity, he moved with great agility. Hours had passed but he wasn’t even exhausted. Lord Wilson had trained him on breathing techniques that would help maintain his stamina and prevent exhaustion during war. His sword flashed as he cut through the enemies. His blade swiftly moved through their abdomens one after the other in mere seconds. Everyone that watched was dazed at Dario’s swift and fluid movements. In his right hand, he wielded his sword, while his left hand held a dagger, replacing his pistol. He took down two enemies at once with remarkable speed.In the midst of the chaos, Dario caught the sight of a particular fierce opponent’s incoming blows. Dario quickly blocked his series of rapid blows, his movements a blur of practiced skill. But as he turned to fend off another attacker, he felt a sharp, searing pain in his right arm. An enemy’s sword had found its mark as it slashed through his inner armor and cut deep into his flesh. He grunted his te
Some days later, Dario and the Persian soldiers were still in Armenia waiting and ready for the next strike of the enemy kingdoms. So far, they have not struck again since the last time. Dario thought that the battle was probably over since the enemy kingdoms had lost all of their men during the last attack. They were probably out of soldiers now.The people of Armenia had begun to rebuild their city from scratch, hoping that their enemies wouldn't return. If at all they do, they would only be coming with a letter.This letter would confirm that the next step was the final battle between the rival kings. That is, the Armenian king and one of the kings of the enemy kingdoms.After wars, a one on one battle always took place between the kings of the rival kingdoms. The kings were allowed to fight by themselves or use representatives. And if the kingdom that initially lost the war loses the final battle, he will have to forfeit his kingdom for the other. But if he manages to win, he ca
“They don’t deserve to breathe the same air as us, or even any at all,” a man from Armenia sneered as his gaze bore into the people from the rival kingdoms. “I agree, but let’s just hope we win the final battle so we can take over their kingdoms and everything they have. What punishment could be greater?” Another answered as a satisfied smile spread across his face. “Well, I can’t wait!” Regardless of their anger, they all knew that they had to maintain their composure for the sake of peace. If anyone tried anything funny, it would only disrupt the final battle and cause more chaos. Dario and his people also waited to see the result of the final battle before leaving for the Persian empire. The sun blazed overhead and casted sharp shadows on the field where the two warriors stood ready to fight for their respective kingdoms. Respective banners fluttered, and the tension in the air only got thicker by the minute. Also excitement rippled through the crowd. At the edge of
As the trucks and tanks rolled into the outskirts of the empire, there was surprisingly an eerie calm. It was the evening of the same day and there was no sign of chaos. But the streets that used to be bustling were calm and silent except from the faint rustle of the wind. Dario didn’t notice any sign of destruction, no smoke rising and no screams echoing through the air. “It looks calm here,” Dario said with his brows furrowed and his eyes scanning his surroundings. “Yes, Your Majesty,” General Marcus said, his brows also knitted in a frown.Was the letter a prank??“Or maybe the enemies had attacked and are not in the city at the moment. But, it doesn’t look like a battle happened here and where is everyone?” General Cassius said. However, as the car advanced deeper into the city, the subtle evidence of conflict began to emerge. There was scattered debris littered in the road, and marks marred the walls of the buildings. They all itched and covered their noses from the stench
‘No wonder people are beginning to flee the empire. That’s why the outskirts of the cities were quiet and empty; they feel more in danger there.’ Dario thought.As Dario listened to Bruce speak with the grave expression on his face, his insides seethed with anger. Persian empire had always been peaceful with others, so why look for trouble when they know they won’t be able to handle it?“What happened, mama?” he asked softly, but the anger in his voice was still evident. “She happened to be out when the attack happened, when they tried to get her into the mansion, a stray bullet hit her leg,” Bruce answered.Dario bent to assess Maria’s leg. When he checked the injured area, she winced in pain. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “What did the doctor say?” “He said that it would heal completely with time. He removed the bullet and treated it almost immediately, Your Majesty.”“Good. How are you feeling mama?”“Just pain while walking, but that’s it. Ahhh!” Maria screamed when she felt Dario
“Your Majesty! I am glad to see you,” Lord Wilson exclaimed, bowing slightly before walking further into the throne room.Dario’s face lit up immediately he saw Lord Wilson, “Good day, Lord Wilson. I’m happy to see you too! Please have a seat.”Lord Wilson was not affected by the attack since the area of the empire where he lived was not affected at all. Lord Wilson took his seat and began by thanking Dario on behalf of Armenia. “Thank you!”“What for?” he asked, playfully pretending like he was clueless. Lord Wilson chuckled and continued, “Thank you for helping my good friend. You did well and I’m proud of you, I must say.”“Thank you,” Dario said, with a satisfied smile spread across his face. “Have you gotten any news from them about the final battle?”“Yes! I got news this morning, on my way here.”Dario's eyes widened in anticipation as he leaned forward, eager to hear Lord Wilson's reply.“They won the final battle,” Lord Wilson said with a sad expression on his face, heaving
“Bruce, what is it?”“Your Majesty, the representatives you sent to the Tigra and Nile kingdom. They found them- they just found them,” he stuttered.“They found them?! I don’t understand you,” Dario said, his brows knitted in a frown, anger beginning to brew within him. “Yes. They found their dead bodies at the borders. One at the Eastern border and one at the northern border, Your Majesty.” Their dead bodies??“What?!!” Dario stood up abruptly. He averted his gaze, his mind struggling to process the news. A wave of anger and grief crashed over him, his face contorted with rage as she slammed his fist into the armrest of his throne. “Those bastards!!” He growled. Lord Wilson was in complete shock, his hand covering his wide opened mouth. “They will pay for this!!” Dario shouted, his voice trembling with fury. Dario decided to extend a peaceful hand to Tigra and Nile and they decided to give extreme violence in return? Even when they didn’t deserve a peaceful resolution!What rea
Three years have passed since the Persian empire stood on the brink of war with Tigra and Nile kingdoms. Now, the grand hall of the royal palace was filled with loud music and the laughter and chants of the Persian soldiers echoing across the entire hall. The soldiers and generals filled the hall, wining and dining with their mighty emperor and Lord Wilson. The rich aroma of a feast fit for an empire that had emerged victorious filled the air. The long tables were adorned with delicious and sumptuous array of foods, from succulent roasted meats to vibrant salads and decanted desserts. Every food they could ever crave at that moment was somewhere on the table. Dario appeared more relaxed than anyone had ever seen him. ‘It really feels good to gain victory!’ He thought. He sat at the head of the table and watched his men wine and dine, he watched them genuinely happy as they laughed and conversed. His heart swelled with pride and immense joy. With his golden goblet in his