With a final, resolute stroke, Alan severed the head of the enemy chieftain, bringing the brutal skirmish to its conclusion. Grasping the grisly trophy, he held it aloft for all to witness. The remaining tribal warriors, beholding the gruesome fate of their leader, were consumed by terror and despair.
Alan confronted them, his eyes ablaze with unyielding determination. "Behold the doom of your chieftain!" he roared, his voice reverberating across the carnage-strewn field. "Surrender now, or face the same fate as your leader!" he shouted, his voice echoing across the battlefield.
The tribal warriors exchanged fearful glances, torn between their innate defiance and the grim reality of their predicament. They had always fought to the bitter end, even when it heralded their own ruin.They knew they were outmatched and outnumbered now, but surrender was not something they were accustomed to.
Yet the relentless spirit of Alan bore down upon them, and one by one, they reluctantly relinquished their weapons and raised their hands in submission.
As Alan beheld their surrender, his heart was laden with the gravity of his actions. He recognized the necessity of the battle, but the toll of victory weighed heavily upon him.
"Those who yield shall be shown mercy," he proclaimed. "But those who defy us shall be exterminated without quarter."
The tribal warriors nodded their understanding, knowing that they had been defeated. They were taken as prisoners of war, and those who refused to surrender were dealt with swiftly and mercilessly.
In the end, the battle was won, but at a great cost. Alan and his troops mourned the loss of their fallen comrades, but they knew that they had fought for a noble cause. They had stood up for what they believed in, and they had emerged victorious.
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In the aftermath of the battle, the once-proud tribal warriors found themselves at the mercy of Alan and his forces. As the aggressor, Alan had initiated the conflict, driven by ambition and a lust for power. The surrendered tribes, now subjugated, faced an uncertain future under his rule.
Alan surveyed the battlefield, his heart cold and unyielding. He had achieved his objective, but the cost of victory was steep. The fallen lay strewn across the field, a grim testament to the brutality of war.
The battle was over, and the dust had settled. Alan and his army emerged victorious, but the cost had been high. Many of his soldiers lay dead or wounded on the battlefield, and the enemy had suffered even greater losses. The cries of the wounded echoed through the air, and the stench of blood filled the nostrils.
Alan surveyed the scene with a heavy heart. He had won the battle, but at what cost? As he walked through the battlefield, he saw the faces of his fallen comrades, and his heart sank. He knew that this victory had come at a great cost.
But there was work to be done. Alan ordered his soldiers to tend to the wounded and to bury the dead.
Alan looked towards the horizon, wondering what the future held for the newly formed alliance of human tribes. He hoped that the victory would pave the way for peaceful coexistence between the tribes.
As he pondered the future, a group of tribal warriors approached him, led by an older man. The man, who identified himself as the former chief advisor to the slain tribal leader, offered his surrender.
Alan accepted the surrender and offered the man a seat at his side. The two discussed the possibility of what becomes between the two groups.
In the end, a tentative peace was established between the two groups, and Alan will station some of his men there and brought some of their men towards his tribes. His army returned home to their families and loved ones. While the scars of the battle would never fully heal, Alan hoped that the lessons learned would pave the way for a brighter future for all of humanity.
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After his first victorious war, Alan didn't stop there. He knew that he was destined for greatness, and he set his sights on a new goal: to unite all of the human tribes under one banner, and become the leader of a united human nation.
Alan spent years traveling from tribe to tribe, gathering supporters and building alliances. He would often spend weeks living with different tribes, learning about their customs and traditions, and gaining their trust. He became known as a fair and just leader, always willing to listen to the concerns of his people and do what was best for the greater good.
But there are also those who don't want to compromise, either neutral or even hostile. And for those hostile to him will be given war as a reason. And those who are neutral will be given a choice for the second time.
With each victory, his legend grew, until he became a folk hero among the human tribes. People began to see him as a symbol of hope and unity, and many looked to him for guidance.
Despite the challenges and setbacks he faced along the way, Alan never lost sight of his goal. He knew that the only way to ensure the survival and prosperity of his people was to unite them as one nation. And so he persevered, never giving up even in the face of great adversity.
Finally, after many years of hard work and dedication, Alan succeeded in his goal. He had united all of the human tribes under one banner, creating the first united human nation.
And this is the day of his coronation as a king, the First King of Human Race.
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The day of Alan's coronation had finally arrived, and he was filled with a sense of pride and accomplishment. He had spent years traveling from tribe to tribe, building alliances and defeating his enemies, all in the pursuit of his ultimate goal: to unite the scattered tribes of humans under his banner and create the very first human kingdom.
As Alan sat upon his throne of gold, flanked by his generals and advisers, the people of his kingdom cheered and celebrated his coronation. He looked out at the sea of faces before him and couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude and humility. Without the support of his people, he knew he would never have achieved his dream.
Just as the ceremony was coming to an end, as Alan stood among his colleagues, he then noticed a hooded figure making its way towards him through the crowds. He couldn't make out who it was, but something about the way the figure walked seemed familiar to him. Suddenly, the figure revealed itself, and Alan gasped in surprise. It was Yawan, his mentor, standing before him.
He has been searching for his mentors many times but to no avail before. But he, suddenly come in his day of coronation. There is nothing but joy in his mind and heart.
"Yawan!" Alan exclaimed, rising from his throne to greet his old friend.
"Congratulations, my boy, Alan" Yawan said with a warm smile. "You have achieved what many thought was impossible. You have united the human tribes and created a new era of prosperity for your people."
Alan felt a surge of pride at Yawan's words. He had always looked up to Yawan, who had been his mentor and guide throughout his many years of conquest and battle. "Thank you, Yawan," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "I couldn't have done it without your wisdom and guidance."
"Haha, you are right! I am the best mentor!" Yawan says, disregarding his previous solemn image.
Alan who saws his mentor's antics laughed too, just like many years ago.
As they spoke, they come into a railing in the balcony, Overlooking the city of Atrea, the rapidly growing capital of the human kingdom, Yawan leaned his hand on the railing and gazed at the city. Although it had only been formed for less than 5 years, the city was already quite large.
"You are very great, in less than 20 years you have been able to unite many human tribes and establish a kingdom, congratulations," Yawan spoke slowly.
"Hahaha, this mentor is thanks to the knowledge you gave me, especially the knowledge to forge weapons using bronze, it was very helpful in my journey to this point," Alan spoke, also leaning his hand on the railing to enjoy the view of the city which was now illuminated by the golden evening sunlight.
"Yeah, that's enough," Yawan said.
Frowning, a somewhat puzzled Alan asked. "Why? I haven't united all the human tribes under one flag. Isn't this what we want?"
"Well, this is enough. If you want more than this then there will be many prices to pay in the future. Don't chew more than you can eat," Yawan spoke still staring at the city.
Looking down, Alan muttered back what Yawan said trying to understand what he meant. Head turning to face Yawan, he asked "So what should I do?"
"Easy, develop what you've made, take care of her, maybe if you have time in the future then you can continue your desire. And hey, you're over 30! It's time for you to get married and have children!" Yawan finally looked at Alan with a big smile.
"Oh, ah, I, I'm very busy so I can't think about that for now," Alan stuttered.
"Tsk, you've become King, so you need an heir for your kingdom. So that the people who support you feel relieved when you have an heir, a successor, like that," Yawan said as he walked back into the room.
Alan could only let out a dry smile as he followed her like a child. He also understood that having an heir was also important to instill his power deeper in the kingdom he had formed.
Then Yawan turned around suddenly, almost making Alan who was still thinking about what Yawan said bump into him.
"Whoah, don't suddenly stop like that," Alan said while dodging.
"Well I have a gift for you, do you want it?" Yawan asks with a smile.
Alan was stunned, but he then beamed with joy, his mentor give never been too shabby as far as he know. "Sure, I did like to receive your gift Yawan!" he said.
"Close your eyes," Yawan then said and Alan just do as he said.
Yawan placed his hands upon Alan's head and spoke some words of blessing. Alan felt a surge of power run through him, like nothing he had ever experienced before. A great power, just like a Lion, he can feel it, strength, bravery,... pride, it's run through his veins. He immense his newfound power within him, but as he looked up in wonder, Yawan had already vanished.
As Alan sat back down upon his throne, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder at what had just happened. He knew that Yawan was a powerful figure, but he had never seen him perform such an act of magic before.
As he sat on his throne, he couldn't help but wonder what's it all meant.
"I've always known that Yawan was a powerful figure," he thought to himself, "but I never imagined that he could and would give me something that feeling so magical, not even shaman can do this of power. What does this mean?"
"Just who are you, Yawan."