Clash Of Clans

Chapter 2

Benjamin

The battlefield. A simple word, a simple concept, and yet at times it could be one of the most exciting and ecstatic experience I've ever had in my life. I was only a five year old boy when my father first gave me a sword and since then, I never once dropped a sword. I trained hard everyday so I could become a warrior.

It was one of those moments where life was just flashing through my eyes, while a giant skeleton was about to crush me with its fist.

"Benji!" I heard Mileah's war cry as she came from above and slashed the skeletons arm off with her battle axe. She landed on one knee, making another one of her so called epic entrances. "You're slacking off! Stop being so pathetic and pull up your socks!"

"You tell him baby!" Grover zoomed past me and twirled and sliced both the skeleton's kneecaps off.

Fuck, I did get distracted back there but I was only getting started. The adrenaline pumped through my veins and I held my shield and sword ready. It was up to me to deliver the final blow.

I jumped high up into the air. The skeleton giant was reaching inside the barrel on its back for another bomb. I needed to finish it now.

"Take this you fiend!" I let out a war cry and sliced right through it, splitting it in half and leaving its remaining bones crumbling.

The three of us walked as the bomb inside the magic barrel already had its fuse ignited. And to top off this epic moment, the bomb detonated far behind us, making it seem like fire works went off and so the rest of the skeleton army knew we were there.

"Let's finish this!"

After the battle against the skeleton army and finally freeing the village Monstadt, we were heading home. There our tribe was already waiting for us and we celebrated our victory over a feast.

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"There he is!" sitting on his throne with a whore on his left and a barrel mead on his right, was my father announcing my arrival. "Hahaha! I knew my son would show those undead what he was made of!"

Heads were turning all looking at me. There was nothing I loved more than returning home after a battle. Everyone seated around the long stretched dining table began cheering and shouting our names.

I smiled at my father before he called me over as he got up from his throne and went to his place on the table. I sat beside him only to get hooked in by his arm and have his knuckle scratching the top of my head.

"That's my boy!" he said laughing cheerfully and then finally releasing me. "Tell me everything!"

I laughed dryly and looked at the rest. "What can I say? Pretty sure you guys already know how it went..." the crowd went silent and then to finally rile them up, I jumped to my feet and set one foot on the table. "Wait till you here what I did to that giant skeleton!"

"HELL YEAH!!!" my father yelled and so the rest followed. "YEAHHHHH!!!"

This was my life. I wasn't pure barbarian like everyone else, but regardless this always felt like my home. We lived happy and fruitful lives of battles, parties and sex. I felt welcome and happy here and wouldn't exchange it for anything else.

After the food and drinks, we all sat there around the table to party. Some of the warriors were having sex with a couple of whores while my father's whores were giving him some massages. He obviously already had his fill of them.

"When are going to get yourself one of these?" my father asked me as he shook his robe off letting her give his shoulders a massage. I tried to not look at how the woman were gawking at my father's body. For his age he quite still well built, barbarians aged very slowly.

"I already told you, father. I care about nothing more than my training, battles and my people," I told him and drank some mead.

"I know, I know. And I get you son, but I also lived in your ways. Now, look don't get me wrong, I enjoyed those times I truly did. Dedicating your life to your clan and your people is the honorable thing to do. But you need to live a little."

"Trust me father, I will get there some day. I will bring home a beautiful wife and we will raise children, lots of them!"

"That's what I wanted to hear!" he laughed and threw his head back.

Even after he lost his wife and brothers, my father was still the happiest man alive. Just never piss him off.

"By the way, I've been wanting to discuss something with you." my father's expression changed and he suddenly became serious.

"What is it, Father?" I asked him.

He looked at the women and told each of them to leave before he shook his robe back on. "Our witch friends, have been conspiring against us. They broke our treaty and they have a pure blood in their midst."

"What?!" I lowered the cup and so the throne room also went silent. Everyone knew what he was speaking of, but I was left confused. "What treaty?"

"I raised you to know that the witches are our enemies, son. They have been for years and obviously we didn't finish them off yet all thanks to a stupid treaty my grandfather made!"

"What's in the treaty?"

"We agreed to have peace for as long as there's no pure bloods born and every pure blood that is born, must be killed. It had been so for years, until twenty years ago apparently."

"Okay, slow down!" I held my hand up, taking time to process this new information. "What the hell is a pure blood?"

"It's a witch we can tap into one of the ten forms of the flame," General Alabas said, my father's first in command. "Over the centuries lesser and lesser witches lost their connection to the purest flames. Majority of them use a more common form of magic and usually every hundred years a new pure one is born. These ones are dangerous, very dangerous."

"Yes," my father added and looked at me. "After your uncle Prometheus stole from your grandpapi Zeus he punished the witches. Those born with pure fire are cursed with a lifetime of chaos and destruction."

"So now that they have a pure blood, they are a threat..." I muttered. "But even I know a war against the witches is a terrible idea! We will destroy each other!"

"Which is why we are sending you and your friends out on a quest to assassinate this witch."

"You want me to infiltrate them? Won't this be an act of war?"

Alabas came closer with his hands behind his back, standing in his usual posture. "Even the Merlin would know it would be stupid to retaliate, especially since he is the one who broke the treaty."

"So in other words..." I held my chin, slowly connecting the dots. "The pure blood--"

"Is his son."