The campfire glowed; its flame sent red sparks dancing into the breeze.
The old village chief said with his old and hoarse voice, "You must have heard stories about him..."
"In the ancient era thousand of years ago..."
The children were thrilled. They gave their utmost attention listening to the story of the old village chief.
"Some say he is a hero who serves the old Emperor and bought peace to the land." He looks at the expectations in the children's eyes; the village chief inhales lightly before continuing.
"The troops trained by him were renowned for being the fiercest and bravest fighter."
"With his ever-victorious army and impeccable strategies, he shines!" The village chief is starting to raise his hoarse voice.
"Just like a blazing fire! He ignited the world anew with matchless brilliance..."
"For his tremendous contribution, the old Emperor bestowed him the honorary title [Glorious Ashura General]." The village head's deep voice carries a mysterious charm and thrilling rhymes. He stopped and observing the expression of the kids.
"Gramps! More! Tells us more, please!" A round little boy about 5-year-old pleading with the village head to continue his story. The boy was anxious, afraid the village chief would stop in the middle like always.
"Heh, you brat! Learn to be patient!" The old village head smirked and tapped the boy's forehead lightly with his cane.
"Owwy!" The boy uses his tiny hands and holds his head.
"Hmmm... let's see where did I stop at again?" The old village head is stroking his long white beard slowly and muttering to himself.
"The part of the title!" all the children yelled out in unison.
"Ah! alright."
The winds were whirling profusely; the sharp noise sounds like a vicious pack of wolves wailing in the heart of the darkness.
"The legend speaks that after hundreds of victorious battles. The [Glorious Ashura General] and his army were undefeated. They had achieved the momentum of invincibility!"
"In the eyes of his people, he was the [Glorious Ashura General], the [God Of War], he was their hero."
"However, in the eyes of his enemies, he was nothing but a slaughterer, a cold blood butcher, and a devil." The old village head continues to strokes his white beard while watching the children's dumbfounded faces.
"Those who hear of his name cowered in fear!
Those who stand in his way shall be trampled upon!"
"Nevertheless, his glory is fleeting. It comes, and it goes. The fire that once shone so brightly reduced to nothing but remnants of cold ashes."
"Unknown why but the once [Glorious Ashura General] went rampage and caused an upheaval!"
"In one single night, his hair turns white..."
"He rebelled against the emperor!"
"The people, those who once revered him like a god, smeared and denounce his name."
"With the determination that capable of shaking the very heavens. The [Glorious Ashura General] decimating all living beings that stood in his way toward the imperial palace."
"However, he was defeated by the Emperor in the end..."
"Seeing the countless sacrifices of his most loyal soldier and generals buying time for him to escape, he roared out loudly, "I will be back!" before he falls unconscious on the back of the Crimson Blood War-Steed."
"Eeeekkkkk!" A little girl cries out exaggeratedly.
"So scary!"
"Gramps!...."
"Gramps, did the general come back?" The chubby boy asked curiously.
"I don't know."
"Gramps! Is this story real?" the chubby boy asked again.
"Kukukuku! I don't know. However, some say there is no such person. He is just a storyteller's fictional character." The old village head waved his hand tiredly.