Year 1605, Arabia had finally gained independence from taking over the scrotched lands that a rebel had inhabited and led a rebellion, the rebellion known to the king at the time was crushed under little time with brute force and numbers.

"Kargouta, there is a new rebellion, I'm afraid..." warned Kargouta's heir.

"Can I get I break...fine, round up the troops and cult members, they be terminated before they set their feet out the lands of Arabia, they shall mark my words."

Kargouta had not suspected an two layer rebellion which made him wonder why they would not obey by their rules, but he realised, If the rebels kill him and the heir, his troops would flee and Arabia would not be stable. Arabia in a sense would be in chaos If the rebels took over.

"We will go at night and rest beside a camp with tents then after everyone is rested, we will strike the rebels off guard and they will crumble into ashes, Arabia Awaits!"

Kargouta's instructive speech had given his troops hope and motivation.

"Are you ready, Kargouta?". Kargouta's heir said.

"Yes, but please, Call Me...King Arabia!"

The troops gathered outside the region of the King's main campsite and waiting for the king's arrival but yet again the troops assumed the heir was yapping away at him.

"I am here with my heir. Lets begin our walk to the rebels and show our strength, this isn't Arabia, it's our Arabia!"

They left their area, the absence was filled with breeze and fog...