450 years ago...
1557AD...
"This story began when a 15 year old boy's sword breathed out of his sheath."
Army...
Soldiers, with sword and shield in thier hands were standing on the bettle field.
Millions of soldiers, were standing two sides on the bettle field, facing each other.
They were same yet different.
Same,.
Because They have same courage, same determination and same pledge...
"To protect thier kingdom and Emperor"
Because
both Army ready to die for thier kingdom.
"For thier Emperor."
Different,
Because,
They have different purposes.
One, wanted to save thier kingdom.
On the other hand, One wanted to exceed the limits of thier kingdom.
One wanted to save thier people.
And other One wanted to enslave other people.
Then a roar was heard.
A roar was the Commander.
ATTACK....
An explosion over explosion,
Sounds of horse running,
Sounds of the swords clashing togather, Cry of the soldiers.
Then an Emperor came on his horse, a sword in his right hand and horse's rein in his other hand.
Eyes furry. Crease on his forehead,
Hair bouncing because the fast speed.
His sword moves and kills people like this is the only work he knows.
And then just one attack and Commander fell from his horse and 'his horse' started to revolving around commander.
His soldiers stand on one side.
Then the Emperor griped his sword tightly and dismounted from horse.
And started to take dark step to his enemy who was laying on the bettle field, groaning in pain.
Reaching there he put his foot on his chest then said in his dengerous voice.
One chance..
Life
Or
death...
He said while looking in other's eyes, putting his sword on his neck.
Life...
The Commander said in his painfull voice while looking at the young emperor.
"will remain Dependent on us."
The Emperor said and started to go from there.
And suddenly Commander pull out his dagger from his waist band and ran towards the Emperor before he could stab Emperor's chest from behind, Emperor gripped his hand.
Then Emperor looked at his chest coldly and said in deep yet cold voice,
You're aiming at the wrong place.
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