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The Lion in Orange

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The Kingdom of Aragon, one of the great powers in the world, is in dire straits: As the old king continues to rule with an iron fist, the diverse nations and peoples of the realm resent the absolute rule of the royal court, while the ones in power plot in the shadows against him. The king and his dynasty, however, have a dream. They want to reunite the ancient empire that once ruled over the entire Middle Sea. The pieces are starting to move as an geopolitical opportunity rises in the horizon. This dream shall live on, but not in the blood of his family... but by the unexpected appearance of a knight named Babel. A fierce warrior, a cunning strategist and someone not from this world.
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Chapter 1 - Beggining

Once upon a time, a ordinary man died and reincarnated in another world.

Well... at least, that's the plot.

The air was heavy with dust. I could feel my lungs struggling to breathe as I slowly regained conciousness. It had, however, an strange essence, as if some kind of spice or perfume was being burned as to give it a good smell.

For some reason, the image of a hill, full of flowers and bushes, came to mind.

There were flowers, leafs and sticks all over my body. All of these came lying to the ground as I woke up. The stone coffin was cold and heavy, which made a true effort my attempt to get away from it.

The room was small, with its dark stone walls giving an eerie feeling to the surroundings. Were was I in the first place?

I checked my body, looking for any wounds or scars. I had the sudden feeling that I was supposed to be dead. There was a dull pain coming from my chest, but my body was as perfect as ever. I didn't recognize the clothes, however.

My garments were all black coloured and made me resemble more a peasant from the middle ages than a modern man.

"Who are you?" I asked the stranger, who was standing still by my side without any reaction.

The figure, slim and smaller than me, bought its knees to the ground:

"I'm Elisa, my lord. A witch and a servant of yours."

My eyes were starting to see through the dark.

A young girl, wearing a pointy black hat, with a dress with grey details knit by a grey ribbon on it's waist. Her hair was long and reached her waist, white as snow, but her skin resembled more the grey colour of the clouds. A true beauty, her blue eyes sparkled like a precious gem.

Mildly astonished by such an introduction, and yet thinking that this was a weird dream, I said:

"Well, If I'm such a lord as to have you as a servant, I must be pretty relevant. Who am I then?"

"You are the great calamity that is to come, the witch-king of legend, the one that came to conquer."

"And my name?"

"..."

The girl went silent. I didn't remember it either. These titles, however, gave me an idea.

"I am Zerubabel. But you may call me Babel from now on."

"Zerubabel?" She looked puzzled.

"Yes, Zerubabel, for I came from the city of destruction."

Her eyes gave a slight sparkle. She seemed happy with it. I gave a smile back to her, hiding the serious look in my eyes.

"For I came from the city of destruction," Said my self. "and I will never forget its sins."