The Lost Kingdom (Prologue)

These are the first paragraphs of my book, which I plan to publish in the future. 

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It was a time of twain despair and sadness after the death of King Wynstan Cyning. The King War was known to be won, since the lands of Gordor were scorched into nothingness, and King Palewan had surrendered, but he himself had become into the very demon that plagued the lands of Elsaar for three ages long.

       The family of the king were grieving. His son, Nothelm,  but mostly his wife Wyn and his sister Helen. Everyone tried to recover the King’s body, but witnesses of his death affirmed that when he was shot, he fell and then his body started floating. -It is as if God had taken his body for him to receive no pain- the witnesses said, but the Royal family did not believe them, as they thought they had taken the body and sold it to pirates for an extended price. Then the witnesses told the entire story.

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       As the days of the King War grew darker, a group of men to the halls of Palewan were called. One of these men that were called was a man named Stilkner. He was a war criminal, and when he was called to the assistance of the King, he thought he was going to be sentenced to death, but on the contrary, Palewan asked him a favor.

-I’ve heard that you are a great archer, and men slayer.-Said Palewan

-I might be, my Lord, but why have you called me?- asked Stilkner trembling in fear.

-I need a favor from you. You shall kill the King of the Snows, no matter the cost of it.- Said Palewan in a strong voice.

-My Lord, but that’s a blasphemy!- said Stilkner, but he was interrupted by the King.

-Go, now-

And off went Stilkner, riding his thin horse, and he went to the middle of the battle. He walked through the trenches, and he was encountered by the general, Mr. Behranin.

-Stilkner!- said the general -Where do you think you’re going, huh?-

-I have orders from the king, sir.- said Stilkner, while he stood alright in the presence of his general. -To kill the Snows King, no matter the cost-

-That man’s gone mad!- said the General -That Wynstan’s unkillable.-

-I’m aware, sir.- Said Stilkner -I’ve been told that he’s been blessed with immortality or something like that, sir.-

-Children’s stories, pff - said the General -But anyways, good luck, private. May God be with us-

-May God be with us, sir.- Said Stilkner, and he continued his way through the trenches of the Gordorian battlefield.

He tried to get through the scorched lands of that strange battlefield. Fire raged on the sand, and the dead bodies of friends and foes. It was a horrifying scene. Explosions were heard from here to there, and everything was bad. The King War had done many wrongs to the beautiful lands of Elsaar.

       This was when Stilkner realized in the depths of his mind, that this whole war was a dumb idea. After all, it all began with the Aldorians killing a single spy. The Aldorians were simply defending themselves from spies and their sneaky adventures through their lands. Stilkner realized in his mind that there was no need for a war like this, since he thought that every man that they were killing, they were after all, men, and were not different at all than from him. Even though a man from Aldor might look white and a man from Gordor might look a bit darker, they were both men, and were essentially equal.

       After all of this came through Stilkner’s mind, he began crying, and knelt on the ground. He spoke to himself -How did it all come to this?-. He knelt there for a bit more than half an hour or so. But he stood up and continued his way to kill the King of Aldor.

       He found the King, battling against Gordorian soldiers. He was mounted in his horse, with his sword, cutting down the soldiers’s head with no pause, almost as if it was a game of golf. Stilkner stood, with his bow in hand, and was prepared to shoot right before. He let his arrow from the band, -I’ve killed the king!- he swore.

The arrow hit the King in his back. It hit him on the heart, and the King fell from his horse. Stilkner was found by Aldorian soldiers, and he had his head cut down.

Then the witness came to the soldiers, but the soldiers thought they were Gordorians. They were about to kill the witnesses, but they spoke.

-Sir! Spare us! We’re from Aldor, and this man you’ve killed, he slew our Lord Wynstan Cyning!- said one of the witnesses.

The soldiers saw in the distance the lifeless body of their King, and they were overtaken by grief. They cried and yelled -THE KING IS DEAD! WYNSTAN CYNING IS DEAD!-.

       Many of the soldiers soon followed to harken the words of the grieving soldiers, and they came to kill every single Gordorian in sight. No one was safe, not men, not women, not even the children. The Second Gordorian Genocide was one of the worst atrocities committed against the Gordorian people.

The King War, however, was not over yet, but that’s another story the witnesses did not tell of.