Mormerie of Gloomy Horde

CHAPTER 33: GLOOMY HORDE

Someone's POV

A long time ago, when the Gloomy Horde nation wasn't named that, it was a simple nameless village. There was a man that nobody knows his name. He looks so gloomy, malnourished, and pitied by people around him.

Nobody dared to talk to him, not even a word. He was a mysterious man in a nameless village. He was alone, and people were clueless about his family background.

Then one day, people had enough, and they were desperate to interact with that man. When the man was walking in them looking like he was low on energy, they threw a rock at him, but he never cared at all. A bunch of people participated in throwing a rock at him, but he didn't seem to care at all even though his skin was wounded due to it.

Not only that, they punch, push, spit, and throw something at the man. It was a week.

Not until the man had enough, a woman slapped him just to get his attention and talk. They were so desperate. The man points a finger at the lady, and the lady bounces so far that she is hit at the wall, and causes death. The people saw what happened, and they were terrified. The man's eyes turned green and eyes became sharp.

The man began pointing at people, and when he did that, they were getting killed.

Turns out the man is a demon-blooded one.

People began to panic and returned to their homes after that. The whole village turned dark and became depressive, the air became hot.

The man couldn't kill all of the people at once, so he summoned lots of clones of himself. A horde. Same as him, they looked more depressed, covered with green skin.

A gloomy horde.

They wiped out all of the village people, on a hellish day. The horde possessed a power the same as the man.

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The man thought everyone was killed because it was quiet. He makes it rain with fire. He was insane, All of his pain was poured once.

After a while the village was destroyed. Luckily, some people survived in their bunker. The man never noticed there were bunkers in houses.

The people slowly got out of their house, there was no sign of the man. The village was burning and the sky was orange, the air was hot. It was hellish.

After that day, the man suddenly disappeared, also the hordes.

The people recognized it as Gloomy Horde. Since then, they called the village The Gloomy Horde.

Decade after decade after decade, the village became big, that turned into a kingdom. Some of the stories were still unknown. The ancestors never pass the story to new generations, because they were killed, so no memory from the past will be passed to another generation, and that pain in the past shall not be recognized.

All the ancestors that know the story of the Gloomy Horde were killed, except one; The first king. He requested all of the swordsmen to kill all of his generation's people so that no one would be alive and pass the story to another.

The pain of the past shall be unknown. It will remain clueless.

The new generation of people never knew why it was called The Gloomy Horde.

A few decades later, King Enoch takes over. A king that declared that the kingdom shouldn't be called a kingdom, but should be called a Nation. No people shall call him a king, instead, call him ahead. Even King Enoch was desperate to know why it was called Gloomy Horde, but none of the people knew the story of it.

Until the present day, it has remained clueless. The Gloomy Horde Nation.