A young Mandalorian, who was nothing more than a bounty hunter in his ordinary life, decides to travel to Orario to become stronger by hunting various monsters in the Dungeon and to carve out a reputation for himself. But what adventures will unfold...
*Note: since my native language is not English, I translated my story using artificial intelligence, so there may be spelling mistakes, but I promise I will do my best!
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Some time had passed since the Mandalorian left, and during this period, Ali lay on the bed in the cabin, lost in her past memories. She only remembered the significant pieces of hers childhood; from her mother's death to the dissatisfaction of a father who could never have a son from his beloved.
These dreams haunted her even when she was in the form of a king, pulling his heart down. Why was she a girl? Why couldn't she have been born a boy? When she touched hers body, she cursed herself under his breath.
If only she had been born as a boy or at least stronger... But she was neither. she was just a young girl following her father's foolish ideas, and the kingdom she longed for meant nothing to her... All she wanted was to prove her worth to her father.
-- After her father's death, she continued to rule Shalzard in this manner. Nights were the only time she revealed her true form as a girl in front of the mirror, beneath her clothes. But when she sat on the throne in her royal attire, everyone knew her as the prince of Shalzard.
A girl in the guise of a king. But she failed and couldn't protect her kingdom. All her trusted people were killed by her enemies, and she had to disguise herself as a slave.
However, this secret was kept even with the fall of Shalazard and was not meant to be revealed.
This was the promise she had made to her father, but was it worth it?
Before the fall, she would go to her family's secret library at night and entertain herself with the old stories written there. Until one day, she came across an old book written in Persian;
«Mandaloria»
She picked up the book and began reading its ancient writings.
She carefully turned the pages, and with each page she read, she was drawn more into the world of the Mandalorians. The amazing stories of bravery, betrayal, and love in every line captivated her. She felt that this book was somehow connected to her own life.
Every day, she became more fascinated by these stories and their intricate tales. The achievements and adventures depicted by these warriors seemed never-ending.
Two days ago, when she arrived in Orario, she had escaped from the bondage of the migrant slaves and hid in an abandoned place for a while.
But the story of chasing Mando began when she saw someone in blue armor that looked familiar. It resembled the legendary knights, but seeing the shape of the helmet, her eyes widened incredibly.
A Mandalorian, right in front of her eyes. It was as if she was dreaming. To make sure, she rubbed her eyes several times. No, this was not a dream. She was really seeing a Mandalorian. --
