The Children of Ka (A story about Karuta Bot)

Prologue

"Drink this."

Those words echoed across an empty expanse as the sounds of battle dimmed to nothing more than a whisper. A comforting warmth filled the soul as pain faded from the body, slowly the wounded warrior dissipated into a pool of black fluid as thick as oil.

"It is too late for him! Surrender your army to me!"

Across the battlefield warriors of both might and magic fought with each other, but no blood was shed; only more pools of black. Throughout the chaos soldiers fell as wave upon wave of fighters ran through the field. There was no end in sight...

...that was until the clouds went dark.

"DRAGON!"

Piercing through the storm clouds was a stoic white dragon with glowing blue eyes. A giant beam of pure electrical energy emerged from its maw with a mighty roar as it laid waste to the opposing soldiers. Instantly their bodies burst into the same black fluid as before, raining down upon the battle field.

"Retreat! We must retreat!"

The dragon did not give chase, nor did it's allies below. The battle was won and a single man stepped forward from the defeated, meeting with another of the opposite side. The beaten warlord knelt before the victor, presenting a hand full of cards.

"Please Lord Craig, take these as my surrender." the man pleaded as he held the cards high.

The victor, Lord Craig, took the cards and looked among them. "Pathetic, each and every one of them." he said, tossing the cards into a nearby flame. "You are hereby banished from the kingdom of Ka."

Lord Craig snapped his fingers and stepping along side next to him was a blonde haired soldier whom held a sword as tall as him. The soldier looked upon Craig and received a nod before raising the sword high. Without hesitation the massive blade came down and cleaved the fallen king in two.

"We are done here." Lord Craig turned from the body and left the battlefield. The soldiers surrounding him followed, but soon vanished with the wind.

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Two weeks later...

"Ruta it's time to come home!" A woman's voice yelled out from the distance as a young boy with torn and tattered cloth ran through the open field. He turned toward the direction he was called and smiled.

"Coming mother!" Ruta yelled back with a dirty smile. As he ran the young boy stumbled and fell face first into a pile of mud with a loud oof. "W-what's this?" he said as he rose up, with a thin piece of cardboard stuck to his forehead. Across his shirt the item went freeing it of the mud and grime that coated it.

Ruta traced his thumbs over the image of a portly black man who dressed in unfamiliar guard. Across the top of the card was a name, but young Ruta had not learned to read. "What is-"

"Ruta I don't want to call out to you again!"

The young boy was torn from his curiosity, shoving the item into his pocket, Ruta returned to his home.