Year 318AD

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed throughout the stone corridors of the fortress, named Rockeyes fort, made of black rocks and pillars, surrounded by big rocky grounds with no grass and trees in sight on a rocky hill. Men dressed in black and red armor scurried past around the pillars of the fort, their faces displaying a mixture of urgency and concern. 

A man clad in the same black and red armor hurried towards the strategy room,In the bustling strategy room, soldiers clad in black armor filled the space.

 The room itself was dimly lit by a series of flickering oil lamps hung haphazardly along the stone walls. 

Maps sprawled across a large table at the center, indicating various regions and territories. The air was thick with the scent of ink and parchment. where soldiers dressed in black armor looked at him with curiosity.

 He glanced at them, scanning the room, until his eyes locked onto a particular man who was engaged in conversation with someone else.

"Sir, sir," the soldier called out, raising his voice. The man turned around, revealing a tall figure with piercing blue eyes, medium-length blonde hair, and a hint of blonde facial hair.

 He had a seductive muscular physique and was dressed entirely in black attire, wearing a friendly smile on his face as he looked at the soldier.

The man in black addressed him, asking, "Who are you, soldier? What's the matter?"

"Sir, we need you. The Smiths are on the move again," the soldier replied.

"What is it?" Another man, slightly shorter at 5'11" with black-brown eyes, black hair, a muscular build, and a black beard, asked the man whom the soldier had referred to as sir. "What's going on, Ayberk?"

"I'm not entirely sure, Luke. Maybe the Smiths need another lesson," Ayberk sarcastically responded to Luke.

"Oh, really?" Luke replied with a smile. "So, what's our role in this?" Luke inquired.

"Sir, the Smiths are flanking Skarland from the south. Villagers reported seeing one of their squadrons moving through the woods three nights ago," the soldier informed Ayberk. "Today, they attacked our Rockeyes base in the morning. We're losing ground."

Ayberk took a deep breath and muttered, "Those bastards will never learn," to Luke. He then sinisterly gripped his sword and declared, "Lead us to them."

"Yes, sir," the soldier replied.

Ayberk slammed his hands on the rock strategy table to capture the attention of his men. "Brotherhood, prepare yourselves. We are going to war," Ayberk addressed his soldiers. They were the Ay Brotherhood, a group of 20 elite men chosen by Ayberk himself wearing black armors. 

His proclamation echoed against the stone walls, met with nods and affirmations from his loyal Ay Brotherhood. The anticipation in the air was palpable as the soldiers prepared themselves, checking weapons and tightening armor straps, readying for the upcoming conflict. 

Ayberk and Luke, who had been best friends since childhood, rushed towards the gate. Luke, walking quickly, asked, "What exactly are we going to do?" Ayberk looked at him with a curious expression and smiled, "Are you really asking?" "Well, yeah," Luke replied.

 "Alright, we're bringing mayhem in the battlefield, that's what we are doing mate," Ayberk responded confidently. They both arrived at the gate where other members of the Ay brotherhood were . They mounted their horses and followed the soldier who had brought the news.

The atmosphere crackled with tension as Ayberk and his Ay Brotherhood rode towards the tumultuous battleground. The field, enveloped in an eerie mist, echoed with the clash of steel against steel and the tumultuous cries of war. 

The Smiths, formidable in their armor, wearing gold and red armors.

Ayberk gestured with his hand to his men to flank the army of Smith and took off himself to the battle in the middle.

Ayberk, his swordplay was both art and precision, every move calculated to dismantle the opposing force. With each stroke, he carved through the enemy lines, leaving a trail of fallen foes in his wake.

Luke, Ayberk's steadfast companion, fought alongside him with unwavering loyalty. His axe cleaved through the enemy ranks, complementing Ayberk's finesse with sheer brute force. "Ayberk, watch your left!" Luke's voice cut through the chaos, alerting Ayberk to an impending ambush.

Ayberk swiftly pivoted, deflecting the incoming blow with an intricate maneuver, his blade dancing with deadly grace. "Thanks for the heads up!" he shouted back, a smirk playing on his lips even amidst the intensity of battle. 

Luke's roar of laughter amidst the clash of weapons was a testament to their unshakable camaraderie.

Meanwhile, the Ay Brotherhood, a cohesive unit trained under Ayberk's leadership, moved in perfect sync. Their maneuvers were well-coordinated, each member complementing the other, displaying a seamless blend of strategy and brute force.

The battleground echoed with Ayberk's rallying cries, guiding and encouraging his men through the chaos. "Push forward! We take ground inch by inch, brothers!" His voice boomed across the battleground, a beacon of inspiration amidst the din of war.

As the battle raged on, Ayberk's strategic prowess shone through. He anticipated enemy movements, his actions a testament to his tactical acumen. In one swift motion, he orchestrated a maneuver that outflanked the Smiths, catching them off guard.

Amidst the clash of steel and the flurry of combat, Ayberk and Luke fought back-to-back, their synergy evident in every fluid movement. Their unspoken communication was a dance of survival, each covering the other's blind spots flawlessly.

The battle reached its climax as Ayberk faced off against the squadron's commander. Their swords clashed, the sparks lighting up the misty forest. Ayberk's eyes mirrored the intensity of his swordplay.

 Engaging in a fierce duel, Ayberk bested the commander, pinning him to the ground with his sword at his neck. "Who are you?" Ayberk demanded.

"Kill me here, I won't talk," the commander retorted defiantly. With a firm grip on his sword, Ayberk pressed harder, eliciting a confession. "It's Dominic," the commander answewred.

Okay Dominic, I don't need to know anything, I am letting you go, but I need you to tell your filthy king, if he doesn't stop this act, I am gonna kill that inbred trash" Ayberk told him showing his authority. " let him get out of here safely" Ayberk oredered his men. 

" Tell me your name" Commmander demanded. Ayberk asked disgusted by that man " What?"

"I might need your name to tell my king" Commander replied. " Ayberk, Ayberk Stormborn Hart, that is my name, bastard" Ayberk replied with anger. " Now take this filth outta here" Ayberk ordered his men. " Should we really let him go Ay?" Luke asked. 

" I don't really know luke, maybe Smith would understand what would happen if keeps doing this shit against uncle Aldric" Ayberk replied. Ayberk heightened his voice making sure everyone is okay " Everyone alright? " " Yes" He got a reply from one of his men. " Good" Ayberk said. 

Ayberk ordered Ay brotherhood to help the survivors to get them to the fort and also burn all the dead bodies. And he and Luke headed to the fort on the horsebacks."You always have my back, Luke," Ayberk said, a grin tugging at his lips.

 "That's what brothers do, Ay" Luke replied, a glint of pride in his eyes.

After some time they reached at the gate of the Fort. As they both got down from the horses, A man informed Ayberk that there was a man waiting for him in the strategy room. " What is it?" Ayberk asked the informer. " He said that he came from Skarland, it's very important" infromer replied. 

Ayberk looked at Luke with worried eyes. " Okay" He shook his head. He and Luke then hurried towards the room with curiosity. As they entered the room, there was a man waiting for them in red and black attire. " Good evening my lord" He said polietly. " Yeah" Ayberk replied. " What is it?, I heard you came from Skarland". "Yes my lord, I have a letter for you from king Aldrich". He told Ayberk. " Huh letter from uncle" Ayberk smiled. "What does it say" Ayberk asked with curiosity. " It's about Riveria, something has happened, you should read the letter my lord" he said. 

" About Riveria" He looked at Luke with worried and curious eyes. "What could it be?" Luke stated worryingly.

" I have no idea luke, let's see" Ayberk replied. 

to be continued.....