Dario stood in his father’s study properly kitted and ready for their journey to Armenia. It was time! He wore a well fitted shirt and a leather trouser for protection against potential hazards along with sturdy boots.‘It’s really happening,’ he thought, staring at Lord Wilson’s sword in his hands. Few months ago, if someone had told him that he would be on his way to join a battle at this time, he would have called the person a clown. But here he was. Dario took a deep breath, and looked around the study. There were only two outcomes; either he would be able to stand in this place again after the war or he wouldn't. His heart pounded at his reality but he summoned courage and maintained his composure.“Go with me and bring me back safely,” he said, his voice above a whisper as he closed his eyes. “You’re my guardian angel now and it’s the least you could do, father.” Dario said a little prayer to the spirit of his late father regardless of how upset he was with him at the moment.
“Ambush! Take cover!” They ground to a halt as the soldiers spilled out of the trucks and tanks and took up defensive positions behind the vehicles. Without hesitation, they began to fire back at the enemies. The air was filled with the sound of orders being shouted, weapons being readied like guns being cocked, and the thuds of boots on the ground. “From a defensive perimeter! Return fire!” Dario commanded, his voice steady and authoritative. He and his generals quickly dismounted, taking cover behind a jeep as they assessed the situation.The soldiers moved with practiced precision, some were setting up machine guns on tripods, others crouching behind the wheels of trucks to return fire. One of the soldiers shouted, “Reloading!” as he ducked behind a fallen log, rapidly firing. Another soldier launched and threw a grenade towards a cluster of the suspected areas of the enemy, the explosion sending a shockwave through the forest and a cloud of debris into the air.Who knew they
The rest of the journey was peaceful and they were almost in Armenia in no time. On their way, Dario and the generals went over their battle strategies to make sure there was no loophole and if at all there would be casualties, it should be minimal. Now that they had experienced a bit of the enemy kingdoms, they knew best to be well prepared. “General Marcus, General Cassius, well done,” Dario applauded them. “We need to be very much prepared. No room for mistakes!”As they approached Armenia, their noses itched with the scorching smell of smoke from a distance. And as they got closer, more smoke filled the air making it hard to breathe properly. The soldiers coughed repeatedly, flapping their hands in the air to minimize the amount of smoke they inhaled. Thick smoke billowed into the sky making the atmosphere blurry too, but after a while, as the vehicles moved forward, it became more clearer. Dario’s heart broke at the sight he beheld as they drove into Armenia. Everywhere was
Dario and the generals immediately stood up, running outside the grand palace to assess the situation. On getting outside, they realized more of the enemies were focused around the palace. Could they be here for the king?Dario immediately pulled his sword out of its jacket, rage and determination coursing through his veins. In no time, they were all in the midst of the enemies fighting alongside other soldiers. Dario wielded his sword with optimal precision, as if he were made for this moment. In this close-quarters combat, firearms were not the best option due to the proximity of the enemies. Thank goodness for the secondary weapons of the Persian soldiers like their daggers, combat knives, swords and so on. They were highly skilled in combat; hand to hand combat and firefight, unlike their enemies who were only skilled in firefight which involved using firearms. And before they could use their guns, a sword was already piercing through their abdomens.So they switched between fi
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