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responsible for this tyranny,
on the other hand, sat comfortably on his stolen throne and ruled
the land with an iron fist.
    His hair was as black as his heart, as was
his right eye; his left eye was whitened from blindness. The long
scar that stretched from his forehead, across the left eye, and
down his cheek, was the very reason for his blindness. No one knew
for sure how he received the scar, but then again, few people
wanted to know. His sharp facial features gave him a fierce and
threatening look that even the toughest and bravest warriors
feared.
    Bogdan Dracnov was his name, and on that
night, he sat on the throne and gazed proudly down upon the young
man who knelt before him. He was a fine, well-armored warrior whose
skills in battle were second to no one but the king himself. The
young man bowed his head with respect and pride, and Bogdan
couldn’t help but grin with triumph as he finally spoke.
    “You have done well, my son,” Bogdan said to
the young man who continued to kneel before him. He then asked,
“Was there any further resistance?”
    “None, Father. The soldiers who revealed
your plans were dealt with and the villagers who heard the plans
were exterminated.” replied the young man, “I oversaw everything
and can guarantee you that not a single person who heard the
soldiers boasting in the village is alive. The soldiers I brought
with me took care of that.”
    “That is very good, indeed. That will teach
those incompetent fools to blabber secret matters.” replied the
king, “You may stand now, Prince Blaze.”
    The young man did as he was told. His long,
straight, jet black hair no longer covered his face and he looked
at his father with ice blue eyes. His face was regal and stern, but
he envied the sharp features of his father’s face, for he was
always told that he mostly resembled his late mother.
    “Thank you, Father,” he replied.
    The king then turned to his two generals
standing a little way behind the prince and said to them, “Perun,
Orodan, I would like to congratulate the two of you as well.”
    Perun, a dark elf, stepped forward and
bowed. “I speak on behalf of all my people in Dwyp, allies of
Daldussa, when I say that it is an honor to work with you, King
Bogdan,” he said. He then looked up to the king with his gold eyes.
(Gold was the most common eye color for a dark elf, but two
features every one of them had was dark gray skin and white hair,
and General Perun was no exception.) The general also wore light,
black armor and a dark purple cape. His weaponry consisted of a
sword and several hidden blades.
    Orodan then stepped forward. Being well over
seven and a half feet tall, the enormous general easily towered
over the others. His size was only outmatched by his strength. It
was because of that strength that Bogdan chose Orodan as a general.
His body was covered in multiple scars, or “trophies,” as he liked
to call them, and he was completely bald with dark eyes.
    “I easily outnumbered those weak little
peasants,” he bellowed in a deep, loud voice, “I am the strongest
there is!”
    “Yes, Orodan, your brute strength is second
to none, and with Perun’s cunning and swiftness, the two of you
combine the best qualities of battle, and with my son learning my
strategy skills, my army will be unstoppable,” said Bogdan.
    Blaze smirked, “I learned from the best mind
in Daldussa, possibly the world.”
    “I will not be possibly the best for long,
my son,” said Bogdan, “For you see, I am planning an invasion of
the City of Magi to claim an artifact that will give me the utmost
power. I will be a god!”
    “You mean that city full of mages? Father,
how do you intend to fight masters of the magic arts?” asked
Blaze.
    “Do you doubt your father’s skills, Blaze?”
Bogdan asked.
    “Not at all, Father, I already stated that I
think of you as the best mind in the world. I only wanted to know
your strategy,” Blaze replied.
    “Well, if you must know, I have