A New Dawn

Solitare

The scrawny little fucker, previously known as Qin Shi Huang, exited the hidden bunker under the ruins of his home, and searched for the old scrolls and books pertaining to this legend of his. The private library was burnt down, one of the first rooms to go as the dark king made his way to king Zhuang. As Qin walked closer he felt the need to kneel down and pray for The Flying General, the first death that marked the end of the war.

"Well fought, Lu Bu."

He got back up to his feet and started shuffling around the rubble.

Surprisingly, there was 3 scrolls left completely untouched, almost as if they were brand new. The first of the scriptures spoke of a man named Sun Tzu, who after gaining the knowledge of a foreigner named "Titan," never lost a battle. The 2nd of the 3 claimed an Angel sent from heaven spoke to Wen Wang, stating King Zhou had lost his way, and strayed from the path of God. Wen's son and his close ally, Jiang Ziya, led an army of 45000 across the Yellow River, and defeated King Zhou. Wen Wang would refer to this Angel as Titan, the right hand of God.

The final sheet of paper was just that, a sheet of paper. It was left nearly completely blank, other then the phrase "To be or not to be" scribbled on the top. The boy had no idea what this gibberish meant so he tossed it to the side, snagged the 2 relating parchments and walked slowly past the burnt corpses of many fighters. He walked past a suit of Armor, filled with holes and scratches, with a banner drapped over the rotting body of a lost friend. He was marked as the kill of the Dark King, his curly horned Sigel on the front of the red abomination.

He made his way to a throne, the only thing left intact. 9 Weapons lay before it, almost honoring the memory of their king. The boy went around the blades and took a step up to the raised platform it sits upon. He gave a gentle touch to the top, and admired its view one last time before taking his leave.

"I'll fix this. This nation is not done yet."

Meanwhile

Under the castle, the fallen king could be seen talking with a most interesting guest.

"I know you swore off indulging in this war after the final battle, but I must ask you to help me one last time."

"Why should I?" Asked the mysterious voice, cloacked in darkness.

"You shouldn't. You have no reason to, but I'm asking as a favor. I don't trust my son alone. I don't trust what he might find in the wreckage of the past." A solemn look covered the kings face that caught the attention of  this mysterious figure.

"That doesn't answer my question of why. Why should I follow you one more time? Or rather, what's in it for me?"

"Why? I suppose.  .  .  I don't know why you would want to help me. I can't offer you much of anything right now. I don't have the money or the resources to hire you on a formal job . . . Im just . . . Im-"

"Desperate. Desperation is unbefiting for a man like you." The shadowy figure slowly stepped out from the dark corner, allowing the king to know where they stood in the room. Their face still covered, they continued to speak. "I'll help you, but only this once. What's the assignment." The king let out an audible sigh, his face loosening with this new information.

"Protection. My son is leaving on his own. He's been stripped of his name and has nothing. He's on a hunt for Titan, and I fear what might happen if he finds him. I don't want him to be disappointed because of what he sees. Guide Qin away from him. Don't let him see you, don't let him hear you, don't let him know you're watching."

"Harsh."

"I know, but this . . . This outweighs any physical pain. If it looks like he could be seriously injured, then you have the right to step out from your perch, but in any other situation, I ask that you do nothing to support his endeavor.

". . . Understood." A cloaked figure stepped out further into the light. Step by step, they made their way to the kings chair shaped rock. The figure, now clearly visible, had big booba that bounced gently and they stepped proudly towards their leader. Their thick thighs, squeezed by black leggings, exuded confidence with every inch of space they closed with their leader. The most prominent thing the king noticed was not the lady herself, but the weapon she carried on her back. It was the most advanced piece of technology he'd ever seen in this part of the world, and it scared him. A black hunting rifle without a scope was strapped to the back of this voluptuous lady. Reaching from above her white head of short hair, down past her round buttox, it was a weapon commonly used by hunters in far away lands. However, on the back of this shorty, who stood no taller then 5'4, it was an intimidating piece of equipment.

"Welcome back, my king."

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