Years ago, there was a tribe named " Jiu " which was marked in the north edge of the kingdom of Athenz.
That tribe was leaving there daily life happily even they were not that much wealthy. Money wasn't a necessary option for them. They use nature ingredients as their shelters.
The tribe was arrogant in general knowledge like others. From the sea of arrogance a child jumped up towards the sky. He was very intelligent and talented, talks barely.
Everyone in the Tribe praises the five years old child greatly and accepted him as their next tribe leader.
One day, the sky becomes black. An
unimaginable storm passed over that jungle.
Destroying shelters and leaving unknown disease, because of that all people to middle age to old died in tribe. They had no medics or such national care.
The boy who was growing teenager decided to go outside and learn education to treat everyone after he returns soon.
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He went outside and witnessed humanity.....
Which was his biggest mistake.
He was just wearing a leather jacket of sheep and pant made by wool of sheep. Walking middle of the street he was carrying a bag hanging on shoulder.
However, He met a magician in middle street of a city. It was first time he was seeing vehicles and those fancy dresses.
It's normal, he was amazed.
The magician let him stay having kindness.
Time passed, that boy grew up to twenty.
One day, the magician drunk him a potion.
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After gaining several of knowledge and medicine resources when he went back to his tribe, he destroyed it by his own hands....
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The Land of Prada is about ten centuries old. It was first explored by some people who were missing in the sea of sands. They found the earth here very fertile. They started leaving there, before this exploration Prada was a unknown territory.
In a distance from the town, there are some green peaks having a foggy and cold vibe always.
In of these peak, a hidden organisation was co-orperating. Hidding in the tunes of birds.
Valleys are currently not active. It will get rich again when exporting season begins.
In the peak, the huge camp's architectural design was done very smartly. Basically most of the things were made by wood.
The wall was wooden too but the door was made by a strong metal.
Many men with normal clothes and green cape were wandering here and there. The environment was kinda being very preternatural.
Lights are on,
In a room, a guy with a mask which symbolised madness leaning back to his shining throne. He had a green cape and a war type low jacket which had dark blue gesture.
A mysterious faceless figure appeared in front of him suddenly.
" Martin Lawden, how are you dear? "
That mysterious figure talks in mysterious tune and maintaining a certain distance. Standing stable in a distance.
Martin Lawden, that masked guy replied with a deep and manly voice,
" I was dead... Looking for a... "
" Wake up! Close your eyes coward! "
That mysterious figure slapped him twice.
" Was that my reward for being your loyal dog? "
That figure smirks, " You are funny. Go and bring it to me hurrily. I want that thing before those foolish Gods takes their sight on it! "
That creature disappeared leaving some dark trail flowing.
Martin's mask dropped on the floor. It was falling slowly. Martin caught it before standing up. Putting it in a side.
His was very tempered. Wearing clock his hair wasn't visible but the shaved beard.
He raised his one palm very slowly. After successfully claiming it, he tried to stage a speech.
Can he even go out from this hell? That he's talking about... Someone whispers in there.
Suddenly, that guy's structural body shape turned into 2D. He was walking with other shadows.
" Comrades, I don't raise an empire or kingdom. I bury the ones who don't kneel. "
Martin orders other men to kick him on the floor. Everyone follows command and he feels the pain. After finishing punishment, Martin turns him 3D back.
All men again gathered to Martin Lawden once again.
" Humanity learn just enough to destroy itself—and then call it progress. They speak of freedom with blood still wet on your hands. Celebrating freedom while building invisible chains.
They will create new gods, borders and enemies—just to feel important.
And the best part? We never learn. Empires fall, dictators rise, the poor cry, the rich feast.
Every time we swear, ' Never again ' but oh...
We like to repeat mistakes. That's our habit!
Our kind doesn't evolve, it just repeats the same thing again and again. Humanity is trapped in their own theater of tragedy, playing the same role in slightly different costume. In the end what we need isn't a savior but a mirror. "
All the men were steady. Martin puts his mask down in normal speed.
" The route I chosed is nothing but just a curse. We need to go and attack. We can't just sit like dogs and keep staring. "
All the men goes outside. Some starts drinking while some practices combat.
Martin wore his mask back. He walks towards the balcony as his cape flows his little air.
That balcony was made by glass and also the place is covered by green and fog. None will notice it here.
He stood there bending his hands behind. Loud tremors appeared across the valleys.
He was waiting for bloodshed,
He was waiting for revenge that he can't,
He was waiting for freedom.