Azarian was standing outside the at the back of local bar at the heart of the lower city. The bar had gone by many names over the years like most things in the capital but the name that has always stuck is 'The Bar'. People of all kinds from all over the city would come and have a drink here but that was back before Emperor Sebastian became the supreme ruler of all of Vallath. Now the bar has become a chill spot for retired soldiers and off duty Imperial Officers and Enforcers. It was a busy night as always. The low lives of this ever unforgiving city laying against the wall, barely conscious and drenched in the smell of cheap and dangerous strong spirits and their own urine. Azarian choked on the awful stench. He moved away from the drunks at the back and made his way to the front entrance. He looked up at the sky and embraced the bright beautiful full moon in all its glory. He stood by the corner of the bar and saw dozens of people coming in and out. There were mostly old wartime g
Alora was laying in her bed gazing at the ceiling. She heard a knock at her door. She walked over to the door and opened it. "Good day Lady Alora!", said the man at the door, "The emperor sends his greetings and he hopes you slept well in your new room." Alora was charmed by the Emperor's sudden hospitality. Moving her from a cell in the bottom of the tower to a comfortable room with a king's sized bed, a toilet free from diseases and a window view of the mighty Vallathian Capital in all its glory. "I enjoyed my sleep thank you very much.", Alora slowly shut the door. The man put his foot in between the door. Alora opened the door. "Yes?", she asked. "I'm sorry to interrupt but the message doesn't just end at salutations.", he walked into the room and shut the door behind him. "My lady, the Emperor would like to have you accompany him to his meeting with his council." Alora was baffled by this odd request. She paced around the room in disbelief. The man looked on as Alora was try
It was the day after the whiskey with General Winston. Azarian replayed the conversation he had with him in his mind again and again. 'He has a file on me?', he said to himself. The Vallath Empire really had eyes and ears everyone, to a have a file on a man who lived his days as a ghost.There was a knock at the door, Azarian stood up, "Wait!", Humphrey said with a look of worry on his face, "What if it's enforcers again?""If there were enforcers they wouldn't be knocking at the door.", he said, "The order to hunt us down hasn't been granted yet. We still have time to find Malak. It's Winston." "Can we even trust him?", Humphrey asked, " Isn't he working for the people that will eventually come and have our heads. Seems very unwise." "Trust me." Azarian opened the door and as his prediction served him right, it was Winston. He looked a bit worn out, the few dozens more drinks after Azarian left really took a toll on him. His pants were barely holding onto his waist, he kept on tugg
* Two Years Earlier: The Vallath nation had waged war on Sarania as part of their undying conquest to take over the entire Western continent*Samuel looked passed the enemy lines, every one of his comrades had been killed and their corpses gathered and stacked upon each other. Roughly a hundred brave young men that gave their lives for Sarania. It was almost high noon, the hottest point of day and the Vallath army was getting closer to Wall Yotanda. The wall shut off all outsiders from Sarania for centuries. "I'm I the only one left?", Samuel asked himself. He checked around the battlefield, the Vallath forces had killed nearly everyone and all the war dragons captured. In the corner of his eye was Captain Zain Einar hiding behind a captured Scarlet dragon, the beast was put barely moving. He rushed through the battlefield, unnoticed by the Vallath forces. He hid by the tail of the beast while the captain was hiding against the dragon's head. "Captain.", he whispered, "My captain.
Her legs stiffened and her hands couldn't stop shaking. Her excuse of a bed banged against the hallow walls of the labyrinth and could be heard throughout the rest of the camp. Alora's roommate, Layla, woke up from to the sound of the loud ruckus."I swear if don't stop moving around, I'm going to fucking kill you.", she hopped out of the bottom bunk. "The sun isn't even up yet." She climbed the metal foot ladder and onto the top bunk. Alora entire body was shaking, her hazel eyes were open and locked onto the ceiling. "Shit.", she yanked Alora's blanket and tossed it on the ground. She held her arms and shook her. "Not again.", she tapped Alora's face. "Come on wake up!", Alora's eyes began to dilate, her body spasms worsened. "Zain!!!", she cried. Zain came in with his cane in hand. "What is?, What's happening?", he asked."It's Alora.", her eyes watered up, "I don't know what's happening." Layla got off the ladder and Zain hopped right on. He touched Alora's hand. It felt l
The day was brighter than most in the town of Stormica. The large windowless structure that was the Stormica Market was packed with a sea of customers and merchants. Azarian walked into the market and his ears were drowning in the sound of deals happening. He held his black dragon leather satchel and marched into the sea that of the market.He had heard stories from Nancy about the market. She would always describe it as a place where the imagination meets reality. It was mesmerizing sight, infant exotic dragons, culinary delicacies from the fairy Kingdom of The North Lands, Spell books of Mages and magical weapons that were crafted by famous blacksmiths. A pure marvel it was.Azarian wondered around the market looking for a merchant named Ryoko the collector, a name he had heard from a blacksmith not long ago. "The man who collects legends out of stories and become a legend himself.", the blacksmith said. He approached every merchant he could and not a single one knew the merchant
The rest of the squad sat for hours in Alora and Layla's room waiting for Thomas to return from his meeting with Zain. The three talked for hours about the days before the Vallath took over Sarania. "I just miss my mom you know.", Layla said, "I know it's been a few years but it's just such a fresh memory, worst day of my life." "Yeah.", Kai cracked open a bottle of the finest local brew and drank it. "I didn't know you drank.", Alora said. He looked her in the eyes and smiled. He continued to drown himself in the bottle. "It helps silence the voices.", he said, "My parents were never really around. They travelled alot from district to district. It was just me and my little brother Kalsi." "He died during the invasion.", his eyes teared up, " I could have saved him, I should have saved him but-", he fell silent and stared his bottle. "But the reason why I drink princess is because I hear him call me. Most nights and sometimes when I'm alone. He sounds so happy and other times he
"No Azarian this is too much." , Nancy said. "You took me in when I had no where to go.", Azarian said, "It's the least I can do." Azarian opened his satchel and removed the bundle of money. He put the money on the table. Nancy was worried and Azarian could tell by the way she looked at the table. "Where did you get the money from?", she asked. Malak woke up from his slumber and walked into the living room. "Mummy what's going on?", he rubbed his eyes and yawned. Nancy slid the money underneath the table. She got off her seat and rushed to Malak. She squatted to his height. "Nothing.", she held him in her arms, "Mummy is just talking to uncle Azai about stuff.", Nancy said, "Grown up stuff. Come on go back to sleep." "But I don't want to sleep.", Malak said, "I want to play.""It's night time you can't go pl-" "Sure we can go play.", Azarian said, "I will find you outside." The little boy rushed up to Azarian and hugged his legs. He then ran outside the door as quickly as hi