Dastan, the loved son of the King of Persia and a skilled brother out his other brothers Malik and Tus. Once an orphan he used to live his life on the edge a for survival.
"My son! where have you been? Soon you, my loved son Dastan will lead an attack on a kingdom. My son Don't fear you will see what it is like" The king laughed and smiled as he sat down on the dining table which was covered in a beautiful white clothe that had gold patterns and embroidery around the edges.
"Yes father, I will do as you say but i feel like Tus should be the one leading" he said taking a bit out of his chicken and looking over to his brother who laughed at him
"What's wrong Dastan? Is my younger brother afraid of leading. Fear not brother, i have asked father to let you lead this invasion"
"... Very well" He said with a sigh, his brothers and father chuckled at his expression as he blew his hair from his right eye.
He retired into his room and sat on the foot of his bed watching the night sky through the balcony doors windows. Something about this invasion felt wrong but he couldn't put his finger on it. He pulled out his sword from it's sheath, it glowed blue as he held it. The madalion in the hilt represented time.
Dastan stood in front of his army miles from the front door "WE WILL GO HOME BACK TO OUR FAMILIES, WE WILL MAKE THE KING PROUD, WE ARE THE FINEST WARRIORS OF PERSIA AND WE. WILL. PREVAIL!" He yelled as he led the charge.
"My son! where have you been? Soon you, my loved son Dastan will lead an attack on a kingdom. My son Don't fear you will see what it is like" The king laughed and smiled as he sat down on the dining table which was covered in a beautiful white clothe that had gold patterns and embroidery around the edges.
"Yes father, I will do as you say but i feel like Tus should be the one leading" he said taking a bit out of his chicken and looking over to his brother who laughed at him
"What's wrong Dastan? Is my younger brother afraid of leading. Fear not brother, i have asked father to let you lead this invasion"
"... Very well" He said with a sigh, his brothers and father chuckled at his expression as he blew his hair from his right eye.
He retired into his room and sat on the foot of his bed watching the night sky through the balcony doors windows. Something about this invasion felt wrong but he couldn't put his finger on it. He pulled out his sword from it's sheath, it glowed blue as he held it. The madalion in the hilt represented time.
Dastan stood in front of his army miles from the front door "WE WILL GO HOME BACK TO OUR FAMILIES, WE WILL MAKE THE KING PROUD, WE ARE THE FINEST WARRIORS OF PERSIA AND WE. WILL. PREVAIL!" He yelled as he led the charge.
A girl in the shadow of an alley watched the prince's speech. The soldiers cheered and beat their shields when he was done. Even some of the nearby city folk joined in.
But she did not. This invasion was utter folly, but not her problem. Let the humans fight each other, she thought to herself. It is of no consequence to me what happens, and I should move on anyway. And yet, she could not bring herself to leave. Maybe it was the prince that intrigued her, or maybe she couldn't bear having the blood of innocents on her hands.
To confront the prince about this now would be a mistake though. Especially in front of his men. She thought for a moment, then decided to visit the armory. Surely they'd have extra in her size, and besides, maybe a chance would open up and she would be able to talk to the prince. She had to at least try.
But she did not. This invasion was utter folly, but not her problem. Let the humans fight each other, she thought to herself. It is of no consequence to me what happens, and I should move on anyway. And yet, she could not bring herself to leave. Maybe it was the prince that intrigued her, or maybe she couldn't bear having the blood of innocents on her hands.
To confront the prince about this now would be a mistake though. Especially in front of his men. She thought for a moment, then decided to visit the armory. Surely they'd have extra in her size, and besides, maybe a chance would open up and she would be able to talk to the prince. She had to at least try.
Jamie watched from the roof tops. What are they thinking? Jamie climbs down from the roof top and hides as she attempts to slip away without being unseen.
Tolora saw some movement at the top of the roof. She looked closer, but the person was gone from view. She shivered. Tolora could tell that whoever it was, wasn't human. She considered leaving it be and going to find the uniform, but her curiousity got the better of her and she changed directions and started running towards the house, reaching it in moments. She lithely climbed up the building with a grace humans rarely posessed.
Kleo cheered, in her own silent way of a yell. It sound more like she was trying to whisper a yell however that may work. Her two hands clapped together barely lifting apart. Shy as she was, Kleo did her best to show her support for the Prince. Though she was slightly afraid of what this could turn out to be she had to have faith in what he chose. Someone bumped into her in their frantic cheering and hollering, making her bump and bounce, trip, fall, and yes crawl as she was being thrown about like a rag doll by a bunch of dogs. They were all trying to get attention, and beating whatever they could to make as much noise as possible. What they were hoping to accomplish she didn't know.
Kleo now tried getting closer so that she could see and hear better, hoping there was a better quieter place among the taller group. Well being that she was so short everyone was tall. She laughed at the thought and moved towards one side of the large crowd.
Then she saw someone moving along the roof and someone following. "Oh please don't let the Prince be in trouble." she whispered her little plea as her red eyes watched the two dark figures move high in the air.
Kleo now tried getting closer so that she could see and hear better, hoping there was a better quieter place among the taller group. Well being that she was so short everyone was tall. She laughed at the thought and moved towards one side of the large crowd.
Then she saw someone moving along the roof and someone following. "Oh please don't let the Prince be in trouble." she whispered her little plea as her red eyes watched the two dark figures move high in the air.
The prince led the charge to the front gates of the city with his sword raised something's strange, why are there no soldiers in defence?
The same feeling he had last night came back as they charged through the front doors of the city, no guards, just people... Where was their King?...
blood covered the walls of the houses and clothing was being thrown out windows as his soldiers mudered and slaughtered kids and women. Raidriar, his best friend stopped besides the prince and placed his hand on his shoulder "Prince..." his voice was loud over the yelling and screaming of innocent people "this is not what i was told..."
A tear had fallen from his eye as he looked around and saw it all "This is... torture..."
(Sorry i haven't replied, i was about to stop RPing for good before coming back... Got hooked again
)
The same feeling he had last night came back as they charged through the front doors of the city, no guards, just people... Where was their King?...
blood covered the walls of the houses and clothing was being thrown out windows as his soldiers mudered and slaughtered kids and women. Raidriar, his best friend stopped besides the prince and placed his hand on his shoulder "Prince..." his voice was loud over the yelling and screaming of innocent people "this is not what i was told..."
A tear had fallen from his eye as he looked around and saw it all "This is... torture..."
(Sorry i haven't replied, i was about to stop RPing for good before coming back... Got hooked again
)
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