The Arcane Age, the time where an unknown energy emerged from an unknown place and surrounded the whole world also known as the most chaotic period of Kavran. There was a young sylphen mercenary whose name is Edrail who was sent into an important mi...
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As I continue watching the ashen skies above the clear oceans of Spriggania, I suddenly remembered the image of my simple yet versatile home at Karkastel, one of the smallest cities of Southern Spriggania. Just like the other typical Sprigganian houses, it's not that big, quite thin, it's roofing design is similar to a dragon scale, it's peak and sides are sharp and is composed by a few number of square shaped windows illuminated by the fire lamps inside. Of course, as a part of our family tradition, we also place lanterns or lamps right in front of the door hanging by the entrance roof. At the right side of the house, there was a mini shop where I used to sell wild cabbages for living. My neighbors would usually greet me, and some of them buy the products I am selling, maybe because I am the only vendor of our small neighborhood and my house is surrounded by theirs. But now, the image of my home and the sky above us, the voices of my neighbors, and the flying ships that passes us by, all of those things. They are only memories of the past.
It's been a very long time since I have been at Karkastel.
As I closed my eyes and bow for a while, one of the commanders of the Diamond Fang Army, Shatraf Ergantum of the Tauchuri Shores suddenly yelled his orders.
"AT THIS VERY MOMENT, ONE OF THE ISLES OF SALAMANDRIA SHALL BE UNDER OUR CONTROL! THIS TIME, SPRIGGANIA CONQUERS!"
Those are the courageous words of Commander Ergantum as he raised his cutlass. As he continued speaking, I observed well. We are inside a large, a very large sprigganian battleship named "The Torturer", this battleship where I and the other spriggans, the soldiers, ride. It have contents similar to those of a common marine battleship, but this one's larger. The sprigganian soldiers are arranged well, formed in lines wearing their signature marine war uniform, composed of dark colored hood, light and thin steel breastplates covering their black clothing, bottom piece containing the common war weapons used by marine fighters namely the cutlass, a gun and a military knife, and a pair of spiked boots that cover their feet. The uniforms are designed to move comfortably with great agility without sacrificing the need for defenses. However, high ranking soldiers usually have their bodies wearing full metal armor, just like the ancient warriors of an extinct race, the humans.
Of course, I am a sprigganian soldier as well, a warrior under the command of Commander Ergantum. I am one of the military servants of this supernation, my beloved supernation. It's been 13 years since the last time I saw my own house.
Why am I participating the army?
It is, to avenge my countrymen, my neighbors, my friends and of course... my parents and at the same time, earning money in order to keep them alive, however, I also believe that my vengeance shall be righteous, my wrath shall not be applied to the innocent salamandrians.
During the War at Seta Sea, the Salamandrian marine soldiers destroyed hundreds of Sprigganian trading ships containing the products that could have been sent at the coasts of Karkastel. Many thousand spriggans died during the war, some valiantly fought the Salamandrian marine soldiers in order for the trading ships to escape the war and make use of what remains, some sacrificed their lives just to spare some of their people. The spriggans riding at those trading ships are mostly civilians and sailors, not fighters. But the salamanders killed most of them mercilessly because those poor spriggans were forced to fight back. Among the 400 ships that sailed from Spriggania to Zenefal, only 19 of those returned. And all those who rode the surviving ships were injured, sadly, some of the survivors died upon arrival. And the worst is that Karkastel, a small but a very progressive town, becomes a poor territory after the following days. Poverty and famine existed alongside us. The products that could have helped us improve our small town are no more. My townsmen suffered, some are forced to leave Karkastel and worked at the front lines together with the other soldiers of the Kingdom, some killed each other just to fill their hungry stomachs and live longer, the word unity doesn't exist alongside them, not anymore. Almost every day, the spriggans of Karkastel die because of hunger, sickness and some commits suicide just to end their sufferings. For me, those are the most tragic moments of Karkastel.
