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After the great Battle for the kingdom of Za, which was won, the enemy called the death fighters died. The remaining cowards were sought out and killed. For creatures in alliance with Za, they returned where they had came from, only leaving a strict alliance with the kingdom Za. Now over a thousand years later King Sadon XVI has been crowned at age twenty, and thus the journey begins when a lookout brings in a goblin bearing the death fighter's symbol on his wrist. As the new king, crowned after his father's death, he is now cornered into a adventure he can't leave and the truth that the death fighters might be back!
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*Fantasy medieval type of place* Of course you can add your own kind of lands!
PROLOGUE
This is about five thousand years ago...
The sun hit the top of the Earth, sending waves of intense heat below. Residing in his tent King Sadon IX laid, while slaves fanned him. Heaps of heavy sweat ran down his face getting only a slight chill from the fanning in the scorching heat.
While he lay the king was holding his only sword he had ever owned, named Omnipotent. Entrusted to him down from his ancestors, in order to keep peace and rule with its power. The sword was long and sharp but as thin as a feather. The hilt was glossy red with golden dragons as the guards. At the bottom of the hilt, the pommel, lay his kingdoms crest.
The crest was a picture of his ancestors in dark cloaks who were the first true rulers of the Za kingdom, who brought freedom to the lands of the world.
He admired the craftsmanship pondering who could have been the black smith, however no smith ever was found. He gazed at the sword knowing its tales of great victory, keeping peace amongst all people. His gazing soon came to an halt, when his General Bolaf walked into the tent.
"Sir, the enemy has moved in." The King waved the slaves and the general away. They proceeded outside the tent.
Still holding the sword he got up on his feet. He was a strong man and his face showed age and wisdom. He glanced for the final time at the crest, then slid the sword into his scabbard. Now he to, proceeded outside the tent.
On the hill top he stood outside of his tent. He faced below over three thousand men, elves, dwarfs and a great many other creatures that stood standing toward him boiling in their iron armor. Each was sweating and dying of thirst. The general brought forth his steel armor and horse, then yelled "All hail the King!" Immediately everyone kneeled before him. The King looked beyond them on the plain. Beyond many miles he could see the enemy marching towards them.
With his enchanting yet rough voice the king spoke "My people, we have gathered here from all parts of the world! We are here because those who come, full of hate, betrayal, and darkness! They wish to banish this world into a shadow. This will be the day of mankind's greatest triumph and greatest loss, as many shall die today." He paused and stared at his army. "But know this! This is the day of our future and new hope! For our children's sake we must prevail! We will! Now rise and face your enemy, for tonight we will determine the fate of evil and good through out this world!" He pulled his out his sword and raised it high, the blade perfectly balanced, and then pointed it towards his enemy. The army rushed towards the enemy, the king right behind them following.
