...there was a Kingdom of wealthy and strong men. The men built walls to cover the city and the city was great.
In times of hunger the City welcomed the needy and provided shelter, water, food and sent them back home with enough to carry. Many blessed the children of this City but while doing so many as well wished to reign over the honey and milk of this place, thus declared war.
Without success they fought over and over again but failed. The men of the city were too strong, too focused and too clever that they outnumbered them. Until a ruler called
Bar-ash came for the city bringing with him his evil tactics.
Bar-ash had men for a sword whom he used to fulfill his desires and overcome his enemies, so he sent his men to the King's Palace aiming to kill the head of a strong nation so that it became an orphan in a need of a new and stronger ruler.
Bar-ash was successful, in one night he killed the King and his bloodline ending his reign forever. But just as he was enjoying his victory, in the same way only Bar-ash was killed in his chambers along with the bloodline he left back in his home. Bar-ash's body was declared by his people and being the most untouchable evil-doer, his death scared many away from the the City. The City then declared that the King was not dead and since then; the King never made an appearance in public again.
"We have a palace, but a palace of servants without a King" said the Royal Amateka.
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KINGs
Historical Fiction...a Palace of servants in a City of Kings in exile; Kings that saw all, knew all and heard all from the chambers of their enemies. Masters of deception, mighty and powerful. "They live among us. They are everywhere" (Amateka)
