It was in the reign of King Job Marwick, the last king before the rise of the Levia reign. King Marwick was a bastard, pervert and sluggard; he destroyed the long built system of past Kings and chieftain of Morrigan, now known as Riana. Although the Soldiers were great the kingdom itself was in chaos, only high-born were allowed to live off the good of the land leading to high rise in crime all over the four districts then. The Soldiers did as they pleased and no one could challenge them, being a maiden was a curse in this era, they were helpless, treated like animals, even lower than animals. During the tenth reign of King Marwick, the fourth district grew peaceful, crime did not only reduce, it stopped and Soldiers as well as nobles misusing authority either went missing or were humiliated and chased out. All this began when a man named Marcus Levia stepped into Morrigan. News reached King Marwick after ninety days, so he took a stroll to know who the gentle man was, seeing Marcus
Under the scorching noonday sun, Elroy trots his horse through a valley of hay, "I know it's been a long day Celsius but I can't let you eat this unhealthy hay, Jacob gave warnings to take good care of you." Celsius snorts as though it understood Elroy, "I know Celsius, there should be a town after that bridge up ahead," he gazes at the wooden flyover held at bay by thick ropes. "We are going to dig in on r****h soup." After a while of crossing the long wooden flyover, Elroy trot along a pathway running through a corn field - soon after, they entered a town. Nacroy was the name of this large town at the boarders of the Western-land, Nacroy was known for their fresh fruits and vegetables; the town was always hectic right from dawn till dusk. Seeing the large crowd Elroy dismounts from Celsius, gently pulling Celsius along by the reins. He continued through the crowd until he got to a red tent vegetable stall, were he stopped to take a good look at the huge, fresh, juicy r****h. "I
Kingdom of Vencia A month some days has passed since the claim on Vencia, the Drokan people were now wholly settled in Vencia - the damaged buildings have been put in good form, they had even placed a market, not for sales but for distribution of needed supplies. The royal compound was also set in place, the walls around about were demolished and four towers, tall wooden made structures were undergoing construction at four points of the compound. Three cottages stood on each side of the compound while another at the middle, on its slate made roofing hung a pole, bearing the emblem of the Drokan Clan – fluttering majestically to the calm flowing wind. Before the middle cottage, Dorak Herra sits on a chair like throne made of ironwood, dark as night having a well-polished surface looking like silver. Covin stood by his side with two of his brothers while two other sons stood by the other side - they were all cloaked in green hooded cape. A short distance from Dorak Herra, five men in
Elroy gazed up at the dusking sky, trotting Celsius along a track having short grass field and few horse-chestnut trees by each side – stretching far and wide. After a while he came to an intersection were an Inn stood. The Inn seemed cracked up with people, low enticing sounds from pipes played out creating a calm relaxing environment. On the balcony of the upper floor, a large crowd was seated, drinking and cheering. Elroy trots Celsius over to the wooden hitching post under a white tent, where seven other horses were tied to. As soon as he dismounts Celsius the main door into the Inn burst open, allowing a bloody man to fall backwards to the ground. Elroy stood and watched as the man struggled to stand - leaping as fast as he could, trying to get away from the Inn. Suddenly two dark-skin ladies, with long brown braided hair hurried out from the Inn, they were dressed in lucid green silk gown, holding a whip. Both ladies showed no pity, they lashed the life out of the man; everyon
Nacroy Margret’s tavern was a bit scanty for it was still very early, but a few people still chatter about, some from last night going home, others working and a few seated at the corridor of the Inn having a drink. Elroy walks out of the Inn feeling refreshed from the hot bath, he peered over to the tent were Celsius was only to see three filthy looking men searching the saddle bag on Celsius. “What’s going on here?” Elroy yelled, reverting everyone’s attention at him, “Celsius, really? Even after the good treatment” Celsius glanced at him then went back to eating the hay before him. “You named your horse?” One of the unclean men asked worriedly. Elroy recalled seeing them in the market-place; they were same men following him. “That’s not the problem here,” Elroy assured as he walks towards them “what are you doing over there?” “What does it look like, we are checking for the silver,” the taller man of the three spoke with confidence, wiping the snot from his nose. “What silve
In a section of Margret’s tavern covered roundabout with a red thick curtain, Elroy sits opposite Margret; staring at her as she drinks from a mug. “If only you know what’s going through my mind right now.” Elroy spoke crossly. Margret places her mug on the round table in between her and Elroy then drew closer at him with a smile, “I’m sorry El, I can’t have sex with my son.” “What kind of mother are you?” Elroy was disgusted and worried. “Wow! You called me mother.” Margret praised. “Don’t flatter yourself woman, start talking, why did you leave?” “I was young and foolish and confused.” She took another sip of rum from her mug. “Fantastic, congrats on that" Elroy looks away. Margret glances at him, “Alright, I’ll tell you” she sighs, seeing how serious Elroy looked. “It was my thirteenth year as a maiden and a rule in Urania has been in place that all those with unique fighting style will be taken to the Kingdom of Riana for proper training to become Kings guards.” “I don’t r
Waters of Ramenia A ship drifts through the deep-blue sea raging on its sides, on deck the ship a company of Knights vested in purple armor struggle to keep the sail of the main mast and foremast in order as the howling wind beats against them. By the starboard a bit close to the bridge stood Prince Fredrick, calm and still, clenching hard on the shrouds while gazing at the beauty of the setting sun. "You are pretty good at hiding your fears Prince.” Eslar noticed as she approached. “It’s not good enough if you noticed” As soon as Eslar got to Prince Fredrick she clings unto his hand, “First time at sea?” “First….First time on a ship actually.” Prince Fredrick spoke confidently, trying to keep the pressure arousing through him on check. “I find that fascinating and hard to believe” “I get that a lot, on so many things” “Then there’s more to you that meets the eye.” “You will be very disappointed Commander” Prince Fredrick narrowed his eyes at her. “Let’s start with you callin
Nacroy Not too far from Margret’s tavern, Elroy sits under a horse-chestnut tree, watching the flickering stars while enjoying the serenity the falling blossom created as the warm wind breezes through the surroundings. "Beautiful isn’t it” Margret marveled at the sky as she approached Elroy. “I don’t need your company.” Elroy spoke irately. “I know.” She sits beside Elroy groaning slightly, “I just came to say I’m sorry, I don’t deserve your forgiveness but I’m still going to apologize anyway. I’m sorry, I’m sorry for abandoning you, I’m sorry for not loving you enough to stay when I should have, I’m sorry for being a fool and a coward, I’m really sorry El. You didn’t deserve to grow without a mother’s love, please forgive me.” “You should really learn how to apologize because you are bad at it.” Margret chuckled, “I’ll do just that.” “After everything, why are you not with your beloved?” “My so-called beloved tried to kill me.” “Glad to hear you got what you deserved.” “Don’