Josen forheil
"Water. This is the last time, we are bringing you this".
The knights were clad in thick red armour betokening their command of 4th regiment of capital - their captain in front, "Rafase samarin" was wearing a grey cloak on his round shoulders.
Rafase opened the stone-bar like door and nudged a clay bowl inside. Water with dust inside of it- some of it spilled on the rough stone land of the prison.
Josen opened his eyes. Not in haste. Slowly yet fast enough to not Annoy the captain. After all, this was his third time asking for water.
"Will I get more of it?", josen muttered. "The water, I mean".
The captain sighed and glanced over his shoulder, where two more knights stood.
He carefully examined josen. "What is your game?"
Josen chuckled but it was not possible. He cannot chuckle. Not in a situation like this.
How many years has it been? Three? Four? Noooo... Maybe five?
He knelt in the cold dust with his head bowed, a broken figure bound in monstrous chains that swallowed his arms entirely, their iron coils thick and brutal, dragging his shoulders toward the ground as if the weight of his captivity were trying to crush the last of his will.
What have I done to deserve this? Oh yes!
I was swayed by-
"Answer me josen!", Rafase said in his thick accent. "Why do you test me huh? Why are you so persistent on being this- this thing that you are not. Why did you do that?"
"I had no choice, father" josen said looking up slowly. "No one hears what I think. No one! Not even you, not even king, not even my own friends. I-I can...I thought, I could fix this but I was wrong, amberia was too good".
Rafase looked at his son in the eye for a few seconds and blinked in regret.
Is that regret in my father's eyes? Or is it something else?
Rafase waved away his knights and knelt down towards the ground, his hand on stone door.
"You were first sword of capital. A title everyone dies for", Rafase said. "You threw it all away for that whore amberia!"
"She is clever not a whore. I was the one who trusted her. That was my mistake not hers", josen said smiling. "First sword of capital huh? A title to die for indeed".
"You are hopeless", Rafase said. "Live your last few years, if you even have that in you".
With that, Rafase strode off. Not even glancing once towards his son josen.
Josen looked down and smirked. He knew all well that none could save him now.
The mistake he did was far too grave. Far too much to overlook, even by the king.
A shuffling sound startled josen. A murmuring followed and following that, echoing footsteps sounded in the dark.
Clinking of armour and a whistle of slight air passed as a familiar face entered josen's blurred vision. He recognised it. A little too well.
"Glad for your noble blood, eh?"
"Hardly. Despising it every single second", josen said.
"Josen, you are ever so negative. A little more positivity from you would brighten up my day. Although, I do not really need it".
He laughed and waved his hand up and down, towards his armour.
The armour was unlike anything in the capital.Thick armour jutted from the skin as if the body itself had learned to harden against the behemoth. Plates of dense, ridged matter pushed outward at sharp angles, breaking the smooth lines of flesh with brutal out of the world logic. The skin around them was stretched and scarred, pulled tight where the armour erupted through, darker and rougher, like leather fused to iron. Each jutting segment overlapped the next, forming a natural bulwark, part bone, part metal, wholly unnatural,suggesting a creature that had evolved not just to survive violence, but to wear it.
The armour was blue in hue and in middle of
The chest plate,it had wolf hound who was in a leaping form.
Josen recognised the armour and it's implications.
"The king has finally lost it then? Making you the first sword of capital? Seems about right", josen mused. "Foolish king but atleast he's got company now. A good company".
Haldren raised an eyebrow. "I may be foolish, even dull or whatever Insults you have left, I gladly accept it. I can accept anything, anyone, to become this. I feel whole. I feel powerful!"
"I am surprised your father did not give you this sooner. Considering all that licking and maneuvering you did to get that".
"Yes, it kind of hurts, do not worry. I'll get over it", haldren said smirking. "Oh and one more thing. Father decided to bless two of his sons with this incredible power. And as you can see, I got one, the other one....oh this would kill you, should I do that? No I probably should not, or maybe I should?"
Josen looked up with anger. "Jorath? That coward got this? Why? Why not jemriah or Morsan or even that cripple Roshaan?"
"Now do not be rude, my dear josen. Jorath has earned this. He slew a dragon and claimed a kingdom for him. And he has been begging for a long time now. Besides jemriah is living his life peacefully, god no one even knows where he resides", haldren said. "Morsan is barely in his twenties and well as for Roshaan, you said it, he is well.... not fit to have this".
Josen grimaced. "One day. One day I will kill that jorath. May the grace of ancient gods be with me!"
"Woah... Look at me, I am shivering. Ah, I should probably go now. I had my fun. I shall visit you some other day. When I am bored obviously. I have some work to do. You know the burden of this title very well", haldren said laughing, almost giggling.
One day.
I will kill him too.
One day.
I will be free.
One day.
I shall have my power back.
One day.
I will burn this capital.
World of sumaka through eyes of dark elves-
Power is not everything you can get from the tombs. You can get other things as well. We know because we have every power stored in our history. We study it. We use it. We look for it. Kings pay us in brokelis and assure us immeasurable wealth. We don't want that. We want something that can help us. Help our race from going extinct. We ask for alliance and ask for their military and artillery. We get none of that. Maybe because they know, once we get it we will attack light elves. We have superior mind but they have superior power.