The Lands: A Short Story Part 1

Growing up in a village filled with men that think they are wise or men who tend to outsmart one another you tend to learn a thing or two. It all began when the king died; he had no heir as all his 9 wives gave birth to 3 daughters each, to make it worse even his concubines all had daughters and the customs of our land was that of a male child succeeding the throne. “How can a man so powerful and loved by his people be cursed?” I asked myself in disbelief, however the king got what he duly deserved as the law of karma was fucking him in the ass “pardon my vulgar tongue”

You see growing up, our king used to be one of the finest if not the most handsome man in our land, oh by the where our land never really had a name so you can chose a name for yourself you know be a part of this story with me let’s see if your imagination is as good as you think it is. The ladies all wanted to be his bride but he had his eyes on one lady, her name was Eleri (what a beautiful name). Eleri was a female warrior and also a witch, oh yes I forgot to mention, you see the warriors in my land practiced dark arts and merged them with military tactics to protect our king. Who is the most beautiful woman you have ever seen? Imagine what Eleri looked like, in the eyes of our king it was like looking at the only face in the world he would wake up to and know he had the fairest of them all, a lady so beautiful her sight alone makes empires fall.

Not every good story has a good ending as the laws of the lands dictate that royalty marry royalty and warriors marry warriors. Well, due to the childish mentality of rules are meant to be broken and I get what I want the king made Eleri fall in love with him and he got her pregnant. Every broken law has its consequences and every woman pregnant out of wedlock is either killed or excommunicated. Eleri broke the rules of the land due to genuine love but the price she had to pay was greater than just being excommunicated, she lost her beauty, her ability to wield magic and was cursed to never love another man again, while the king was consoled by he’s friends and royal council and he was told he would find many more beautiful a wife than a warrior who looked like Gollum in the Lord of the ring series.

7 months into her pregnancy she was banished from the land, the king had the power to save her and all he needed to do was use the fact that the child she was carrying was a citizen of their community and could grow up to be a valuable asset wither as a warrior or as a merchant, which would not only benefit the lands but also his royal treasury. “Grant me asylum” she screamed as she was dragged on her back and the people of the land watched in disgust and spat on her branding her a disgrace to the lands.

18 years, 2 months later.

The land had encountered so many mythical and mystical creatures and forces, that it was beginning to lose its joy which was the source of its magic. The king had found a way to erase the memories of Eleri from his mind but there was still emptiness in his heart. The energy and spark was no longer there in the land as the king felt that there was something missing but he never knew what it was. He won all his battles against all other mythical and mystical creatures married princesses from other magical lands but none was more beautiful and more.

My mother raised me in the place called the pits; you see when you get excommunicated from the lands you have nowhere else to go but the pits. The pits is a lawless and savage raved land filled with the worst creatures, the worst criminals and the worst motherfuckers in this motherfucker. Since birth my mother trained me to be a warrior like her so that one day id find my way back to the lands and protect my father, only problem! She died when I was 16. In order to survive in the pits you have to fight your way to survival or an early grave. Eleri was the undefeated champion of the pits (just because she lost her magic doesn’t mean she lost her training) but sadly she was killed by a Cyclops Centaur who makes he’s arrows with scorpion glass (scorpion poison forged with magic and glass, designed to spread the poison round your body faster than the speed of sound, I mean the glass shatters inside you to let the poison out, and only flesh can break the glass).

By the age of 17 I captured my first hell hound as I raised it up to be my best friend and pet (a very demonic one). Then I went back to get revenge for my mother and trust me it wasn’t easy, I mean I beat the shit out of the Centaur and used his scorpion glass to kill him but men I took a lot of ass whooping also.

The lands were in danger as a new kind of evil had reason, not the type you see in Game of Thrones, Castlevaina or the Magicians, this evil was the shits, I mean the king A.K.A my father had never lost a war in his life, he had the best army in all the land but no, this was some Dante’s inferno next level kind of evil and it threatened the lands. The king went with 300 thousand warriors to fight this demonic beast but the only person who survived was the coward who left the war because we was to scared to die for what he believed in. Although he lived to tell others what happed, warriors who run from battle die 12 hours after they flee the battlefield.

Now the King is dead, his rightful heir is the champion of the pits (the birthplace of the new evil) and the king is survived by 9 wives 27 daughters, 5 concubines and 3 daughters.

What happens to the lands next?