' Hmmm..... '
A moan echoed through the empty room. The figure that was sleeping on the bed woke up slowly from their slumber. The figure was covered in moon light that was coming from the window in to the room. Slowly he opened his eyes and a pair of dull golden eyes looked around the empty dark room. Surely this was his life now. He lifted his hands and saw the scars on his palms that had come from the blades. A scar on his chest was visible in the moon light that was made by a knife. His legs also full of scars from the cold blades of the swords and knife. His soft melodious voice is now rough from all of the amount of poisons he had been fed. His once delicate skin that was as soft and smooth as water is now rough and ridiculed with scars. The snowy white color of his skin is now tan from standing in the sun for all those years. What had he not gone through in those few hundred years. He had fought hundreds of battles and had gone through hundreds of tortures do e by his enemies. He had earn thousands of scars from his years of fight. Some healed and some stayed as a mark of reminder of something wrong that he had did on the battle field. And there are some that are slowly healing but the ugliest scars still stay. The only scar he wants to forget still stays. He slowly got up and walked to the window. It was still night time. He reached out his hand and felt the bandages on his shoulders and head. It seems that he is injured again from the battle that he fought last night or was it last week. He has no idea how long it has been since he lost conciousness after winning his last battle. Even if he is injured it shouldn't matter. As long as he gets what he wants he will go to any length. He will make his own fate just like he promised his past self. No one was going to take away what is his from him ever again.
Creak-
The door opened a a man walked in the room. He was holding a tray of food with him. On his waist there was a sword. His body was ridiculed with scars as well as it could be guessed by the amount of bandages on his body. His arms, shoulders, chest, stomach, head and even his face. It was all filled with scars that the man had kept as trophies.
Seeing the man Kongane's ever some dull eyes lit up slightly.
" You have woken up, your Majesty. "
How did he get here again?
( Well let's take a look back of a few hundred years and see how Kongane got where he is today. I wonder who the man is? His lover? Maybe or Maybe not. Who knows maybe he is someone special? Well if you want to know than you will have to read to find out what happened so many years ago. When our dear Kongane reached the Capital of the Valocity kingdom. The strongest kingdom ever recorded since time unknown.)
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Velocity Kingdom. A majestic Country that thrives on there military power. There has been no kingdom in recorded history that has behold such strength in there hands. The people of this kingdom has always been safe from all the magical beasts that come attack there kingdom as there is always thousands upon thousands of guards ready to fight with there lives for there country. This country's ability to stay eastablish no near the world's largest and most dangerous territory " The Moonlight Forest " speaks volumes of it self. This is a kingdom of power that has been built from the scratch and has been on the world map for hundreds of years. Each shoulder of this kingdom, even the lowest rank one can kill a army of 100 hundred cultivators before dying. This is a kingdom that no one wants to upset. The Capital city of this majestic and powerful kingdom is called " Jasmine ", The Capital of the sweetest beauties. It has another name as well. It is also called the city of the greatest schemers. Every being you see on the streets of Jasmine is a beauty in his or her own way and everyone in this city is a sweet talker. Even the beggars on the street knows more scheming than the newcomer. Being able to do business here is a great honor as not many can last long in this city of schemers let alone make profit. But if you can make a profit than you life will be set in this city where you can live to your fullest. Because what comes once comes twice. Be it something good or bad. It will happen again no matter what.
Let's see how our Kongane fare in this city of schemers and beauties where everyone here can rip you off and make you penny less in a matter of seconds. Good luck Kongane. Hope you survive well in this new well in which you have jumped into.