Volohs yelled in anger with his still broken leg and ribs. Word had reached him that his scouts had been found dead.
"How is this possible?" Volohs screeched.
The men in the bed side beside him weren't sure how to respond to their strict king. Volohs had the right intentions in mind; he wanted to join the kingdoms together into the grand empire the prophets of Claydren spoke of. He had the skill to do it and would have his will even if it would be by force.
"I lay here bed ridden and my men can't even perform a simple task?" Volohs questioned.
"What should we do?" His adviser asked.
"Send the army. Send all of the Ommart for a full on attack, if Helm can survive this, then nothing will be strong enough to tear it down." Volohs replied.
His advisers left him walking away quickly towards the door. Volohs was ruthless enough to have them killed on a bad day. He was strict and didn't except failure well. Consistent losses would make your life a risky topic. Failure was not an option for this man's ambition. He would do anything to form the empire spoken of.
The Prophets of Claydrin had spoken of the Helmish Empire, the empire forged in the heart of Helm. It was said it would be formed in the sun's peak, by power of the king's son. Volohs was the king's son, could not the prophesy speak of him? An empire built by his hand, and by Helm's strength would be the most beautiful thing to be seen across the centuries.
"Claydrin, give me your blessing." Volohs whispered to himself.
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Legends: The Knight of Helm (#1)
FantasyThe greatest kingdom built by men, Helm, the Kingdom of Kings. Among them will rise a hero whom will be more then just a man, but a legend. Rising through the obstacles of the gods, with only his courage and strength. He'll be known as the Knight of...
