Gaming is not what it used to be

Although it may not be a well-written and a cohesive novel, but taste some of his immature work. P.S: the author of this essay is the one that wrote those pieces, let chapter 1 begin.

Will he succeed in writing?

The planet was brought to the brink of extinction by the ruling and feuding families, seeking power over each other.

“What else is there?" The legendary king Avalon, of the Stringham dynasty was heard to say. “money and power, whether by life or death of the people is the right and legacy of every Ruler in Archania.”

Yet for all that, to rule a planet was no easy matter—a job for the god, not a mere man,  which Avalon knew himself to be, although the commoners were taught otherwise. So, in the year 700, Avalon the Demolisher, chose to divide the Empire into Seven Kingdoms to maintain order and balance in the world. Or so he hoped. For almost a hundred years, it seemed he had planned wisely. Wealth and power flowed into the hands of the rulers, and the commoners suffered lives of helplessness, hopelessness, and deprivation.

The Empire and the Seven Kingdoms

82 years after the creation of the Seven Kingdoms, in the northern forest of the Silva Empire, in a harsh and unforgiving village, home to traitors of the Silva Imperial guards, Julius grew up.

On a mild spring day that would put hope in the hearts of anyone, Julius went to the bank of the river to as he usually did. He did not hear the Captain of the Silver Lotus give the order, "Mr. Patrick, gather all the folk in this village."

It was a small village and Mr. Patrick reported back swiftly, "All gathered". With a calm face, the captain ordered, "Burn them into ashes, those bloody vixens."

Julius saw the smoke, he witnessed the brutal extermination of the whole village. He saw his beloved ones writhing in agony as the heat of the flames took their lives and their hopes.

There was nothing he could do. Shock and grief and disbelief numbed his heart, perhaps forever. Without knowing what he was doing, he abandoned his home and his past. He did not see the steep slope and fell, crashing and bouncing off bushes and rocks until he lost consciousness.

Will Julius survive?

He woke up the next day in a dark cave, he was being treated for severe injuries in a dark cave. "Who are you?" said Julius said faintly and with a pale face.

"Is this supposed to be repayment for our generosity, cold brat, eh?" said a woman with two horns appearing from her forehead. “Asking questions that are none of your business?” Then her voice softened, "I am quite surprised that you survived this fall, you must have a strong body."

Fury over helplessness and grief for his losses became Julius’ constant companion although he felt nothing and trained himself to leave all emotion behind. As he healed, He found himself more and more often on a practice field.

 

The short man noticed him and soon found a use for Julius’ deep and hidden anger, "Try wielding a sword, we have lots of targets for training; try to attack them with all your might." Julius attacked a target with a furious blow.

"That blow came from some dark feeling, vengeance?" the short man asked. "Not at all." Was Julian’s measured response.

What did the short man ask of Julius?

Yet he had smashed the chains wrapped around the target. To test his stamina and strength, the short and fierce man asked Julius to pull a wagon to the peak of the Helms. Julius did so without a single drop of sweat or a word of complaint. The short man was impressed.

“Young brat, what is your goal?”

Julius answered firmly, “To be the ultimate one under the skies of the seven kingdoms.”