Prologue: The past
The farm was pitch dark, making the moon hide in the clouds blanket in fright.
Trees rustled aggressively, bending its branches till the ground, as if breaking into half anytime.
The night was gloomy as the hearts of the soldiers _the sky was dark as the soldiers future, who stood firm admist the trouble, in the shelter of tall crops as if their peers.
The corn field was holding its dear life as the stormy wind overtook their strengths.
In the freezing cold wind, the crops had nowhere to go, but to only hide in its green clothes.
The aggresive fire from the sky roared in temper, making the innocents run for their life in fear.
The clouds were ready to mourn at the state of its beloved village.
Admist all these, there stood group of millitary generals in traditional attire, drenched up in dust and their heads stooped down in shame.
In the shadow of the soldiers, lied a man, in superiority to all.
He had no strength even to respire but held a short grin showing how brave he spent his life, all those years.
His aura showed the superiority, even at the devastated state.
" Is this what I fought for years....? Hmmph... hmmmph", the man coughed blood.
Soldiers couldn't show their emotions nor took a step ahead - even when the man who was so dear than their life, was at the verge of death.
The silence showed how reverenced and superior the man was, who lied down in pain from his knees to toes burned to ashes.
His attire shined in red with the emblem of eagle on his helmet and lion on his chest.
" Its been twenty two years...", words came out in a congested tone, smiling out in his blood stained teeths.
" I still remember the day I took the throne. I was so young, that generals waited for my moustache to grow. I was so headstrong and brave. Growing all my life looking at my father, I knew how hard he worked to save my people's life. I couldn't bear it when he left all of us, without fulfilling his desire...."
" This day reminds me of the day my father died. Its the same way I cried on my father's chest. Now the comets then it was flood..."
The cough went on ....
The cry of people behind was so heart breaking to all and the place where they stood was the only piece, the fire left untouched for hours.
A general in a blue attire, took a peice of white cloth from his pocket, kneeled down in respect.
He kept the cloth close to the king's neck, blocking the blood from the wound.
" Do you rememer, Kim? With such a rage and grief, I stood in front of thousands and promised them that I would be one among the successful leaders, who predicted the worse to save the people. But ... the history got repeated again!!!"
As if a child he recalled, where tears fell out from his dark circled eyes.
From among the kings who lived all their lives in luxury, this man stood out from them, living all his life for the sake of people.
Like a soldier who guarded the border, like a general who gave millitary advices, like a father who protected his family and as a mother who sought only the goodness for her child, this man had worked day and night to save his people from the worst, that ruined the life of Wrones for centuries.
" King Daehyun! Please hold your breath! The royal physicians would reach you at any moment", in a soft cry, General Kim pleaded the king, trying his best to save him.
The king, who understood the end of his life, smiled and reached for Kim's hand.
As if a child begging for plea, holding Kim's hand, King Daehyun said his last words of decree,
" I might have defeated many enemies though my abilities, but I failed in persuading the nature. Once the sea's and oceans that gulped our forefathers peace of life, later it was storm that collapsed the world aside. More worse in the history of all, people once fought war with each other, using our so called abililities. And now, it was these stones that burned hundreds alive! And I could no longer predict why it falls off only at Wrone...
Kim!!! I do not want the next generation to know who they are. Let all our abilities get buried to the ground! Those who unintentionally finds it, let them practice, do not push it into all!
I might have failed to protect my people when alive but not after my death. Make my people live the happiest! Let them discover the mystries of nature and do not make them forget the past.
Only the history could remind them of the troubles we went through life!..."
It was the last words from the king, who after a heavy breath took his leave from his dearly world.
Just shortly after king Daehyun died, when the soldiers mourned and, was ready to do the last rituals, something so horrible, something so louder than a cry of a crazy woman shook the village.
Soldiers in numbers who saved the people from the insane fire, ran towards the sound to verify the cause.
The situation was critical to the soldiers, who upon the orders of Mr. Kim, first safegaurded the rescued ones at the Royal Palace.
Divisions of soldiers spread across the village then took cover of the mountains and borders, meanwhile the rest rescued restlessly.
The cry puzzled everyone, since it sounded so strange and defeaning.
" Mr. Kim! Shall we", one of the head leads of emergency soldier asked the General fretfully.
By the time, fortunately, the range of fire began to fade and the fall of small fire stones(meteorites) had stopped.
It was only then, Mr. Kim regained his lost faith, in rescuing his people.
He nooded and approved his consent, since his deepest worry was to return his soldiers safe and alive to their beloved family.
Upon his consent, the group went to the deep woods for the rescue of the defeaning cry.
Rain poured after their leave and people around the far east were rescued under ease, but not did the soldiers return.
Time passed and passed...
But it was exacty couple of hours after their leave, a loud cry of something so gruff and deep, as if a warbled demonic snarling shook the whole village.
No humans nor any living species in the village could sound as if.
The snarling went on for minutes upon the cry of which, birds and animals hid to the far most blues.
It was from the mountain of Great Haejuk cry came from, where the second troop of soldiers went out for search in great remorse.
They found a large pit on the move and when they looked in...
HEH...HEH...HEH...
A man in a royal purple robe woke up from sleep panting heavily, fully drenched up in sweat.
He held his chest and sat straight from the arm chair, where he dozed off unconciously.
For a moment, all those events echoed in his ears, fresh and thrilling, exactly the same way his Grandpa narrated to him when he was a teen.
The white bearded old man in his seventies was Mr. Rotz Grafen, President of Disaster management and rescue ( DMR) at Wrone.
In front of him Whirred the Tv, which telecasted the live right away from the stadium.
His hands reached the gold rimmed glasses to the table beside, which had silver chains attached to its sides.
Upon wearing the glass, Mr. Rotz smiled as if a clown, watching crowd of people cheering joyfully at the stadium.
[ THE EIGHT YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF TRINISTERS CHASE HAD COMMENCED IN A GRAND MANNER. PEOPLE ARE SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS EVENT AND ARE LOOKING FORWARD TOWARDS WHO THE ' LEGENDARY NIMROD' WOULD BE. RIGHT NOW, PLAYERS ARE IN PAUSE, WAITING FOR THE ARRIVAL OF MR. FABILIO GRAFEN, WHO TAKES A HUGE RESPONSIBILY IN TODAYS EVENT..]
" Maybe I could call myself a successful leader! I should thank my grandson Fabilio for keeping my people entertained", exclaimed Mr. Rotz by a smirk, who was satisfied to look at his people enjoy their life.
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