Fault of Sagaris
Chapter 1
The morning light glistens and cuts through the snow which uncovers the dark mysteries of a bloody sword, how it got there and who its owner is, but before we answer those questions, we have to go back...way back.
There in the frosty windowsill sat an ill girl whose papa was gone. She had dirt along the inside of her nails with a broken edged book sitting in her hands feeling alone, she did not care to read it, all she wanted to do was look out the window and see if her tall, strong papa to come home. She did not know or understand the pain he was feeling in that moment, it was terrible pain, the feeling of being away, the feeling of being secretive towards his daughter. She also felt pain, only she thought that her pain was much worse, she was selfish, it was her physical pain that had her down. The pain in her stomach had been hurting for days. If only she knew the reason, why oh why did it hurt so bad, she thought and thought about the events before that could have led to her sickness. But up until now, she did not care, she wanted to know where her papa was. She wanted to think that he was okay, but when she gave up thinking that he was going to come home when she gave up sitting on that windowsill, she decided that her pain was above his, she did not care. She focused then on her pain, but this pain was not selfish, she did not know where her papa was she did not care. She felt anger towards him because he could not tell her what he was doing, but this was not selfish of him, because if she knew, that little ill girl whose papa was gone would be in danger, her life was more important to anyone in the Kingdom of Sagaris then her sickness was to her.
Along the chief islands of Perewines, in the Kingdom of Sagaris, a man sat on a hot rock that had been burning in the sun for years and years, it never got snow because of the proximity to the water and the trees, it always gets sun though. The importance of this rock was more then the man would know. He sat on this rock thinking, thinking about how to get away from Sagaris, how to get to safety, safe from the blood, the people and that girl. There he was, holding his bloody sword in his bloody hands, wearing bloody clothes. The blood that was shed was not just other, it was also his own. This story starts at the end of the great battle of Minel, and the start of the great battle of Sagaris. The story on Minel might be a long one, but it certainly is a good one. It starts in the middle of Minel, the capital. The Kingdom of Sagaris had its own rules, they made sense to everyone that followed them, except Minel. Minel was a larger village in the kingdom, it held all of the criminals. No one ever talked about Minel, in fact, it was usually forgotten about. Sagaris had more important things to worry about, like attacks, although they rarely got attacked, so the focus on attacks was low. What the kingdom did not know about Minel, was that while no one paid attention, they took supplies and weapons, in the night time, and the day. Secretly, little by little. Time after time. The higher ranked people died, no one knew how, but soon it would come of understanding to them, Minel was revolting.
The thing about Minel was that no one took it seriously. Those who took asylum felt let go by the kingdom. This was mostly because the Kingdom did not care. It was so strong that Minel could never puncture the walls for their most precious aches and wants. Oh but the treasures that they would find. Those who lived in Minel often dreamed of being somewhere else, anywhere, if they were just not there if they just had good food, healthy habits, and shade! Oh, how they would dream of shade!
It was hard to understand the aches of Minel because no one who had never lived there, most likely had never even seen the outside, let alone the inside. They had their ideas of what Minel was like, but they were always wrong, to the point whereas if they thought that something in Minel was bad, it was almost always way, way worse. If it was grimy and dirty, people would see it as heaven.
The laughs that people gave when someone made a joke about the village were loud, so loud it was as if Minel could hear them. Point being, they could hear them. Minel knew all of the kingdoms dirty little secrets, the village people's jokes, and they did not find them funny. Even the village people in Minel made jokes about how dumb the rest of the kingdom goers were. They did not know the spies that bear on the inside of each and every other village in the kingdom. Even King Vultemierre's right-hand man was a spy for Minel. He had been doing this for some time, as he liked doing it. The young fellow loved the thrill of going back and forth, between lying and not.
Minel for years kept up the dirty spying, collecting information that could help them revolt. At times every spy would meet at Minel and they would They thought that they would never get caught. They put most of their belief in Sir Morebellis of In, the right-hand man/ spy to get most of their information. They put all of their trust in him. He was the basis of their guidence towards the Great rebellion, without him, they could never fight back. Needless to say...
.....Somethings never truly seem as they are......
