"Let me first give you a brief history about who everyone is..." said Heathen.
First Kora,
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He is the King of Undead,
(XXXX Years Ago)
" Get your shit together kid"
A small boy, picking up wood branches and fallen leaves.
A small side of the country, a peaceful place and a humble village.
The boy picked up his pace, went for the cottage among dozens of then surrounding each other.
The village was a humble, but abode to the travellers in distress. All were peace loving, yet more things are heard that problems yet again occurs always in such peaceful times and places.
A sudden horde of bulls, horses and elephants was seen, the unknown festive of fear.
The screams could be rung from miles.
The boy who was peacefully using his sticks to burn firewood and heat up the room was suddenly stagnant.
He froze as soon as the ground started to shake. I started to panic, as if fear had seized him.
The so called village was ran under an animal stampede. The villagers ran inside the houses of twigs.
The houses themselves didn't last long, for about 1 hour the herd of animals was passing through as if the whole forest was invited for the king's birthday.
The tremors started to decline and inevitably the shaking stopped and it reached a stopping point.
The little boy, scared and thrilled returned outside and saw many injured.
But, he couldn't find...
His parents.
He was feeling depressed, with nothing but disappointment.
He was smart, but not brave yet he gathered courage to address the issue to higher authority, the nobles.
Every now and then, the nobles take responsibility for their actions and their people's demands and needs.
He was courageous, yet naive. He searched for a way into dark alleys and found the reason he was rejected.
The large number of gold coins donated to the noble, for the sake of providing relief to the village was provided.
The catastrophe on village was due to uncontrollable animals, due to poisons developed under the noble.
The furious boy went to the village, to seek justice by telling the truth.
Their he saw rejected faces of the villagers, the craftsman and even his friends.
They were bonded in chains and sent to the capital. He was also binded and the soldiers were the one under order of the nobles.
The soldiers saw him with a disgust as if he was a contagious and evil being.
He saw males and females going separate.
The young males inside the dungeon, labour and working. Children and old ones were being shoved into a tent.
'"Boy's point of view"'
I was with them, meanwhile the females were kept in the capital building.
I saw someone among the females, my mother?
I tried to cry and shouting out her name, but a guard glared at me.
Yet again I froze. Tears slowly rolled down my eyes.
I saw many nobles laughing and enjoying themselves, like fisherman after a big haul.
The rage was in the boy, the children and elderly were being sold, as slaves.
I was disgusted at certain people who looked at all the children as merchandise.
Even to elderly as a source of entertainment and taking out stress. This was unacceptable.
The father I once looked upto had vanished before me even in this time of need.
I know I am complaining, even knowing how horrible it must be for him in the dungeons.
These mineral dungeons have poisonous creatures, gold, diamond, mana stone and even monsters that can tear apart anyone with a single flick of the finger.
I was sold to an elderly lady in her 60s along with her I saw a 20 year young man.
He was licking her feet. I felt repulsive and took aback with the though
" Is this my future?"
I want my parents, my village and my old life of woodcutting and that normal lifestyle. Nothing more,
Is god not their to watch unless the church says something.
If the god watches, then let me be the one to rule this world. It would be enough for just one lifetime to reform everything.