Once long ago there was a kingdom. It was a peaceful kingdom that welcomed people far and wide with open arms and smiles on their faces. It became known as the kingdom of new beginnings, a melting pot of culture. Everyone was welcome and everyone was happy. This was the kingdom of Arionea.
Now you would think that a kingdom so happy and so peaceful wouldn’t have any enemies, but that’s where your wrong, the neighboring kingdom of Phildeni was jealous of the happiness and peacefulness of the growing kingdom. The king especially, his people were leaving his country, and with less people there was less work, and with less work there was less food, money, and trade. With his kingdom falling apart he launched an attack on the kingdom of Arionea. What he didn’t expect was that even an undeveloped country could be so strong and he perished.
After the attack of Phildeni, the king of the wondrous Arionea became worried of other empires and powers that would try and devastate the wonderful world he created, so he put up walls and borders around the kingdom and guards along them in hopes that he could keep his country safe from the harmful beings on the other side. And with that the once open kingdom became more reserved. It was still the happy and peaceful nation it always was but now with an air of fear around the past. Along with the walls came new expectations for the people, women were to be married by age 20 or be looked down upon, and men were to get up and be ready to go to war at the drop of a hat. But they were okay with it as long as they were free from the worry of the outside world.
Now even with the king dead the kingdom of Phildeni wasn’t down for the count. His eldest son stepped up to the throne and started potting the demise of Arionea and it’s king as revenge for his father’s death. He became cruel and merciless, he trained his soldiers with an iron fist. He got his most trusted men together and started to plan an infiltration of the kingdoms defenses hoping to kill the king with his own hands.
Secretly meeting with the poor old king, a man of age 24, and told him of the invasion, and how the prince had been training his men nonstop. Hearing this the king became worried. He doubled the guard around the border entries, especially by the entrance to Phildeni, hoping that it would be enough to stop him.
A little ways off from the border entrance
A soldier was patrolling his way back and forth on the walkway at the top off the wall. He was having a peaceful time looking around for anything that could be worth reporting back to the captain of his squadron, when something flew past and hit him in the arm. Upon inspection he noticed a cut on his arm from something sharp. Looking around he spotted a falcon perching up above on a branch screeching into the distance, suddenly a grappling hook flew past in front of him and hooked to the wall. Looking down to see who could have thrown it, he dodged as hundreds of them flew up at a time hooking them selves to the borders of the walkway.
Realizing what was going on he started running shouting, “We’re under attack! Light the signal!” As he got to the watchtower the door was opened up by two Phildeniens with bloody swords. To avoid them he started to climb up the ladder adjacent to the door. As he started climbing, one of the men swung at his feet with his sword breaking the ladder. Grabbing on to the top of the wall he was able to pull himself up and grab the torch in the corner. As he was about to light the signal a man climbed up as well. He was unrecognizable until the light of the torch shined on his face. Gasping the soldier froze in fear for the man in front of him was the crowned prince now king of Phildeni, a tall and broad man with green eyes and short brown hair. He whispered the name fearfully, “Sadik Adnan.”
After finally gaining the courage to move, the man raised his arm and threw the torch into the pit of oil in between them. Sadik grinning, looked around and heard men shouting in the distance and multiple flames shooting up.
“Now all of Arionea knows you’re here.”
Grabbing the Arionean flag Sadik looks at the man across from him. Pushing the flag in the fire he says with malice, “Perfect”.
At the palace of Julius, king of Arionea
Three men walk in to the palace room. A general, with beige blonde hair and deep purple eyes, and his two guards. Up by the throne the king, a man with curly brown hair with golden brown eyes with a face wrinkled from smiling , was meeting with his royal adviser and councilman, Yao, a man with long black hair tied back and deep brown eyes. Upon reaching the throne of the king, they bow. The general looks up at the king. Nobody was paying attention to the two girls hiding behind one of the pillars, both with brown hair, one a darker brown, and a single curl stick up from each of their heads, one of them had olive eyes while the other golden brown.
“Your Majesty, the Phildeniens have breached our western border.”
“Impossible. No one can great through our defenses. Not with how much security we put up,” Yao exclaims before being silenced by King Julius who had a look of worry.
“Sadik is leading them,” the general explains further. The king’s face turns to one of shock. One of the girls starts to sniffle while the other tries to calm her down while she herself was shaking. “We’ll set up defenses around your palace immediately to help protect you and your granddaughters my king.”
“No. Send your troops to protect my people General Braginski,” Julius proclaims. The general nods and waits for further instructions. “Yao” Julius directs the conversation to his advisor.
“Yes, Your Highness?”
“Deliver conscription notices throughout all the districts. Call up reserves and as many new recruits as possible.” He orders. The girls look on worried, not just for the stress that this was putting on their grandfather, but for their people as well.
“Forgive me, Your Majesty, but I believe my troops can stop him,” General Braginski speaks up.
“I won’t take any chances, General. A single feather can tip the scale. One man may be the difference between victory and defeat. You are dismissed,” King Julius explained waving his hand smiling as the general walked away.
As the king turned back to his throne he heard someone call out to him.
“Nonno are you sure that we’ll be alright?” A strong but wavering voice asked. Turning around he saw the oldest of his beautiful granddaughters with the other cowering behind her.
“Sí mia nipote, I am sure of it,” he said offering them his hands to lead them to sit down.
“Nonno I’m scared,” the younger one cried.
“There is nothing to be afraid of my dear Felicia, everything is going to turn out alright. Now why don’t you and Livia sit down with me and sing.”
“Alright Nonno, singing is always relaxing, but can we hear you sing first? You have the most soothing voice here,” Felicia asked more relaxed.
“Sí, what ever you girls want,” He answered.
Sí mia nipote- yes my granddaughter