"You have fought well prince, you are a rareity amongst your people." The general complimented the prince. "Your skills are honed beyond your years, yet you know nothing of why you wield your weapons."
"You waste your words general," The prince replied. "I know why I hold my blades to your lands, I know the glory that is the Spider Queen." As venomous words if ever they ever could be spoken.
The general shoke his head in response. Slowly he begn to rebutle the infamous princes words, "What glory is there in despair? What hope lingers in your heart once the battle is over? Do you live your life only seek the blood of others?" The wounds on the general were great, and his movements were growing cold, but as long as he was standing, as long as he could hold his swords, he would not surrender his people to these outerlopers.
The prince smirked, also weak with fatigue and blood loss, "You... Can only know the peace of a home were death is not iminate, you can only know the peace of the weak hearted fools-"
"You speak wrongly of what you do not know." The general fumed at the impudent prince. "You know not what lays beyond your humble Empire, you cannot even know peace within your walled city, or on any ship with any flage loyal to your crown." a short cough followed his speach, but the general refused to submit to death.
"Peace? What need of peace do I have?" The prince laughed, until his pained sides ceased his momentum. The fight was long and bloody, but he figured he reigned supreme.
The general reached forward, and picked up a broken lance, and held it in one hand, and leaned onto the broken shaft, causing it to splinter, but the general did not fall. "Let me tell you a story, young prince, and perhaps you shall learn of it.
Long ago, there was an arrogant prince who wished to rule the world, and to do so, he created a plague that would weaken his enemies. This plague stormed across the world, forcing many to surrender their homelands, to retreat and to consolidate in strongholds that had sufficent force to protect them. The war mongering prince attacked the lands, and scouraged all he could, and enslaved any he found. The prince was so vile, that his skin turned the darkest shade of black, ebony. His kin took up this vale of darkness, and tried desperately to conquer all, but in the end, they had nothing. The fortifide palaces held out agianst the aggressors, and the kindly kingdoms united against the prince. His forces were pushed back, deep into his original territory until they were pressed up against the tallest cliffs in all the world. The kindly champions had mercy on the black skinned kin, and forced them into the underworld, where they were allowed to wallow in their own defeat, to ponder what had driven them into madness. That compassion lead to the rise of several subterranean kingdoms, powers of great evil. One king's just action, condemed the future generations with eternal war. Asked if he would repeat the action, and condemn the dark into eternal war, the king could not withdraw his hand. He could not slay them, every man woman and child, for he knew peace, and hoped that those he spared could live in it...
But the dark is an unkind place, and unkind places have a way of making unkind people more powerful.
But the dark is an unkind place, and unkind places have a way of making unkind people more powerful.
