LEGEND OF THE SWORDSMEN

Prologue;the dying birth

"Tonight my people," said an aged sorceress, " five years ago I had warned yea all of the impending danger that was approaching yet you chief off all the peopaqle didn't believe now witness our heritage is coming to end."  She began to sobbing with full knowledge of the rising war in happing and how they were outnumbered yet in all the sobbing her heart knew there was hope that there will a day there will be a noble soul ready to shape there destiny.
She sat down for a while on a raised stone With a cane on her hand and a cool wind whispering passed her she could now let it remind her of  stories passed down to her the tales of a glorious kingdom who was known for its strength of their skills of making swords and create some of its fiercest  most skillful swordsmen who were both masters of combat and forging of weaponry.
The kingdom's name was known to be  tantras ruled by men of true nobility who were the center of trade but also known to shade envy among the other nations. It stood near  beautiful oceans that gave the city a glorious reflection.

"Umm sorceress, are we doomed do we have a chance to live again ?" A child lying at her feel with emotions portraying in her ice blue eyes. In seeing there she let an outburst cry in which left everyone in glimpse, murmuring began of what's going on with her. To her she could see how the entire kingdom would fall into the hands of some dastards who merely knew the Oracle were never in there favour.
"Brethrens this war we are going. To is a brutal war none of which would leave us in any favour," she said, "these men  are nothing more than beasts of war who only feed on the fear and torture they get from within us their great motivation is the desire they get from the sexual pain they get from within us it gives them true satisfaction of their dominance," she stood head high with a powerful lung and a broad yet commanding smile,"we have fought much war some of which are beyond us yet stood strong for I do tell you that a male child shall be born he shall bring a new reign and order to this kingdom. " these were the last remaining words is her dying state. The horns blew several times signalling all of us that the time had truly arrived, a time to wage war with the unknown fighters we held hands to say a short prayer then everyone was rounded up in groups and led to safe zones.