Four months later, I was ready to kill the new king for I to was king, because of my brothers death now. With my son captured. I had hoped for nothing, but the best of blessings for him. Through all this time wasted I went to neighboring towns and gathered warriors. Most of it costed a good amount of time after a while.
But, I knew that it would be me, out here alone most of the time preparing to fight. Son, hold on. One year later. We marched through the trees and into the mountains. It was cold but we pushed through.
We matched through the frozen desert and into the sea. Six months later. We came to a stop and made camp. All was going as well as I intended it to. Three more days until we attack.
Hold on son if you are still there. Three days later. We had rowed up on shore and assembled for battle. It was 10 ships at bay and one hundred men per boat. With one thousand following warriors.
I had ordered two hundred of them to be archers, and one hundred to blind side them from the trees like they did you and my brother. I then told one hundred of them to draw the enemies lines closer a way from the new kings kingdom of home. As they did so the ambush worked from the trees on the left side of the field. Knocking off two hundred of their warriors lead us to charge at will. Six hundred of them still stood in our way as we lost a hundred men.
The God's watched over us as we fought and I shouted may blessings. We had lost four hundred warriors but still was able to infiltrate the new kings kingdom with five hundred warriors. I then found my captured son in a caged pigs pin. For what the new king has done to you I will have his head. It looked as if my son was starved to death and barely could move.
For almost two years he had to tolerate this living. I felt nothing but death for the new king. I had sent my boy to the ships with one hundred men to go home. After that I searched high and low for the new king as we raided the new kingdom. Then I found a hidden escape route.
This is most likely where he would go so I followed the path. It lead me to a cave under ground but I know he was still down there somewhere. I found a way out leading me to the trees and then I saw the new king so I chased him. He ran on to the battlefield where the war had took place before we infiltrated the new kingdom. I tackled him to the ground where the dead bodies laid.
Then I killed him but he had also stabbed me to. I laid there with the dead bodies as I looked up at the God's. Anthony my son you were now king.
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3 Short Stories
Historia CortaThese 3 stories is about war an a family of a preacher and his son.