Extinction

Harmony, years of it, savored by the citizens of Skanda - a small fortified village kingdom situated between the the Gauls and the Romans, small as a speck, with a castle in the middle known as the central castle.

Once again, its taste vanishes, when one dawn, one that will be unforgettable for who will be left surviving, marks the beginning of the fall.

The fall of a once strong and resilient kingdom,where many foreign nations believed it to be one of many kingdoms immune to this atrocity.

But little was it known that it’s already too late, when one dawn, an emperor known byNemzosmade his way to the land.

A ruler of an empire known by theEmpire of the Black Sun- a being of an eminent reptilian skin, fire coarsing through his veins and horns bursting from his head, setting foot on Skanda’s soil, approaching its gates alongside his armada, barricaded and guarded by the army of the kingdom, lead by its kingArtonix III.

One with a slightly darkened azure skin, feathers as white as snow, flowing from head to toe, standing in the front, gripping his sword, TheVaros, said to be of mystical powers, emerged from a necklace surrounding his neck, holding an ancient magic, a relic, one of many.

Preparing himself for the worst, watching the other troops get closer and closer, with debris and ashes filling the air and heat rises as they get closer, sweating and overwhelming Artonix’s soldiers standing as Nemzos, taking a closer look and admiring Artonix’s formidable army, preparing the battle formation, getting ready.

“I got to say that you’re of guts, standing here, knowing that you’re in your last moments, before your kingdom is of ashes” Nemzos, confidently uttering these words, knowing that his troops overwhelm that of Skanda’s, followed by a smirk.

“Skanda has once never known surrender, have they not told you before?” Artonix, responding with bravery.

Ruling with a system that emphasises peace, harmony, and serenity, a system that does not preach for conquests, invasions or looting, an inspiration for many, yet its very weakness.

“Quite the confidence you got there! Lecturing us about bravery and honor, and yet you have not prepared for this moment.”

Nemzos, with his argument, delivering it like stabbing someone with a stake through the heart, thinking that he made it worse for Artonix, however, Artonix, justifying and explaining once again with reason.

“My kingdom is not of wars, or conquests, we are not of people who seek expansion and riches, but rather seek peace and serenity, but one thing for sure, is that we’re always prepared for people like you”

Nemzos, surprised by his response, yet somehow expected it, for how everything seemingly looked easy, an easy prey, an easy feast.

“Keep telling yourself that”

Nemzos smirks and murmurs with confidence as he orders his troops to prepare for ambush, drawing his sword,The Ashen Bladein the process.

“You’re a foolish one i’ll give you that, pretending that peace equals weakness, an equation that will never find a right answer”

Artonix responded, and signals preparation himself and his troops as a result, getting ready for battle.

“Allow me to prove you wrong”

Nemzos utters these words as he rushes to Artonix for a duel that will seal the fate of the kingdom, both rush to each other, clank each of their swords, fighting fiercely, each with his full might and strength, using whatever they have from skill and capabilities, determining who is more and more skilled than the other.

However, Artonix wasn’t really aware that this fight wasn’t meant to be fair, as he pushes Nemzos to the ground with his shield,The Sorvos, one that is so strong and resilient it can stop a catapult projectile without a scratch, Nemzos orders his troops to ambush pointing with his sword.

"Aaaaaarrrrgghhhh"

As soon as his screach filled the atmosphere, his troops rushed towards Artonix to end him once and for all, and aiding Nemzos in the process.

Artonix, does the same as he watches the troops charging towards him and his army, preparing for war!

Air filled with debris, battlefield filled with fire, sweat, blood, the only things an eye could watch at that moment.

Screams, steel, arrows hitting the ground, catapults throwing boulders of embers crashing to the ground and spreading flames, blood spewing, were the only things an ear could hear, and eyes could see at that moment.

As soon as death consumes alongside the fires, the lights shine once again on Artonix and Nemzos, approaching each other for a second rematch, to finally determine who will the sun sets and rises on, both starting to get exhausted, fighting till the last breath, doing whatever to survive and keep steady, but this time, things wouldn’t take long, as Nemzos, blocks and pushes Artonix making him lose his movement, pierces his blade through his armor to the stomach.

Artonix, grunting at him while being in agony of a pain, he keeps fighting and ends up stabbing Nemzos to the left pecorem as a form of a retalliation, a scar that will remind him that he is of weakness no matter how high he gets.

Nemzos, pushes the sword deeper till it bursts out of Artonix’s back as he sees him doing such act, giving him a final, fatal ending followed by a smirk, and words that supposedly will crush him from the inside.

“Your land, no more!"

He takes his blade out of the king’s body violently, spewing his blood on the ground, as he finally ended a king that was once of the strongest, enjoying the pleasure of killing another formidable foe, he did it!

With pride and joy, he looks up to the sky, lifiting his sword, roaring in victory, giving his troops the sign that the king is no more, and the kingdom, is no more.