The continent of Arashyasu had always been plagued with slavery and its trade until a young boy and his father rose up in rebellion, liberating many of Arashyasu's kingdoms. The boy, Kaien Kyota, became an emperor of several liberated kingdoms overn...
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Dawn set over the valley of Isigodi, leaving a slight chill in the air. Summer has passed, but in Isigodi, the icy fingers of autumn only creep up on you at night. The old general huffed while he scanned through the valley, pain gripping his side. What a plague humans are, he thought. Awkwardly, he sat down on a rock jutting out from the cliffside, leaning against the stump of a once glorious tree he had climbed in his youth. The blood still seeping out from under his leather armour did not make him any more comfortable, nor did he worry. He did not attempt to try and stop the flow; his death is inevitable. Content with dying here and decades of brutality finally coming to an end in the kingdom of Aman-Inkuni, he knew that he had accomplished what he had set out to do. On the horizon, clattered with the dead bodies of humans and horses, came a single rider, sprinting through the individuals who were still looking for survivors. Some tents were set up nearby to aid those injured. It's funny how you would offer aid to the enemy.
General Talken had an easy victory on this day. The slaves of Aman-Inkuni did not put up a fight. They were done bleeding for the king. A king Talken once served; a king whose death had to break the vicious cycle. Talken had always been opposed to their human trafficking industry, but his revolution started after unknowingly sending the general's son to the Gladiator Rings. Talken already had all his affairs in order to begin a political and military coup, with many lords of Aman siding with him, but the news of his son sent him on a rampage, which now left the castles and forts of the kingdom in ruin. Neighbouring enslaved countries revolted, the virus of liberty spreading viciously across the continent. Some kingdoms, who refused to deal in slaves, repulsed by this great offense to humankind, joined the fight in valor. One kingdom in particular, the military superpower of the continent, Bahut, demolished three cities in a span of two weeks, their army of horsemen cutting through the slavering armies like a sword cuts butter. Maybe a future ally or adversary? thought Talken. Amusingly, politics still swarmed around in his mind as both his life and the day came to an end.
Finally, the rider reached him. Slender and pale, but an incredible force of nature he was. The boy had once reminded him of his son; however, the future king of Aman had formed a fortress of ice around his heart. Talken only hoped that his son would eventually accept the burden of being king. No other could take his place. Leon crouched by the general with tears in his eyes. "Don't worry boy, the new king is beyond that horizon. Take my body to him and scatter my ashes on his mother's grave."
Talken smiled as he took his last laborious breath. He heard a howl next to him, much like a wounded wolf. An image appeared before his eyes. Raven hair swayed with her hips, the love of his life walked hand in hand with a tanned boy, much too tall for his age. The boy looked back at Talken with the same bright green and inquisitive eyes of his mother, a toothy grin on his face. The woman let go of the boy's hand and shooed him off to the farm where his chores awaited. He did not hesitate to obey her command. She smiled over her shoulder at her lover and invited him into a cabin, their cabin he presumed. He followed her in, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. A small voice in his mind pleaded with him to go to the boy; however, the face of Lilith engulfed his vision. A lone wolf howled in the distance.
