3 Searching

We left as the moon reached its highest point, it disgusted me how trusting father was of these shamans, oh I have no doubt I will find the way to increase my strength, but that's just common sense when you set out with a goal you search until you find what you seek.

But, to send an eleven year old out on this journey with only his fellow humans and a berserker Amun? That's something a normal parent would be terrified of, not father though he thinks it's some profound life journey.

One day a shaman will lie to my father and he will figure it out, that day a lot of blood shed will spread throughout the Mongol lands.

Part of me wonders what father will do when it is apparent he stopped aging, will he still be able to rule?

Who am I messing with, father wouldn't care? He would butcher anyone that questions him.

We rode throughout the night heading south, it would take us a while to find lands that don't belong to father and I suspect that those lands will have what I seek. After all, father would know about something that can help me in his lands.

While we traveled the small army I had barely made a sound, Amur was quiet as well and I liked that.

[a month later]

We have been traveling for a while now, I have a rough idea of where we are, somewhere in 'the lands of nowhere' these lands are called this because nothing is here it's barren really.

As we rode forward in an attempt to leave I noticed several dots in the distance they were steadily approaching. Squinting my eyes I could barely make out the image of several wolves running toward us. Gazing up into the sky I saw the full moon hanging gracefully in the air.

"Amur," I said emotionlessly

"I know," he replied dryly but I could see the excitement in his eyes

During the journey I have had to face many battles, I have slane many and barely left any survivors Amur thought it would be wise to leave a couple of survivors to spread the name of Taban Khan.

Turning to my now two hundred men I said, "battle formation, arrow"

Instantly the two hundred men began to spread into a shape of an arrow with me at the point. If they are werewolves their instincts are leading them, therefore, puncturing their forces is smart it would break the pack through the middle.

Calmly staring off into the distance I saw the wolves approaching faster they were getting close.

"Sir," Amun said trying to get me to act

"Not yet," I replied

"Sir," he repeated but I ignored him

"Sir,"

"SIR!" he yelled

"Quite," I hissed at him my eyes boring into his own

Closer and closer the wolves approached.

Closer.

Not yet.

Closer.

Not yet.

Closer.

"NOW! CHARGE!" I yelled riding forward

"AHHHHHHHUMMMMMM!" my armies battle cry resounded as they rode forward

The wind licked my face as I neared the front wolf, which must be the alpha.

"Aconitum arrows!" I yelled causing the back troops to pull out their bows and start firing

We keep a heavy supply of Aconitum its honestly not rare at all around fathers land.

*shoo*

*shooo*

*shooo*

*thunk!* "awrghh!" a wolf dropped in pain as an arrow pierced its stomach

I pulled out my spear and began to pierce through the initial push of the wolves advances.

"NOISE!" I yelled immediately the backline took out several loud bells and began to toss them through the air they made the most horrid noise and to the wolves advanced hearing it would sound unbearable

Just when I thought we succeeded a wolf pounced on me I put my spear up to shield, I was saved from the bite but not the fall from my stead.

"Argh," I moaned in pain as I made my way up

I recognized the wolf it was the alpha, it stalked around me dangerously emitting a feral noise, "grrrrrrrrRAHH!" it pounced once more I spun my spear to the left

*shink* the spear made a small cut in its stomach but the wolf didn't stop approaching me. The alpha was too fast it got too close for my spear so I tossed it then pulled out my knife

*fwoosh!* it lunged at me like an arrow

Shifting on my back leg I waited until it was above me.

Not yet.

The wolfs jaws closed in on my head.

Now! I pushed forward at inhuman speeds appearing under the alpha, I plunged my knife upward.

*shunk* the knife pierced its stomach I pulled my knife forward spilling the insides of the Alpha all over me.

Steadying myself I grinned as I looked at the battlefield, we were winning and Amun isn't even helping, just watching and evaluating.

This was all me.

My leadership.

My strength.

My victory.

"ROUND UP THE SURVIVORS!" I ordered

It took little time to gather the fallen wolves that still had some life in them I will give them the chance to either join me or die, of course I won't say they will die, the option will be either join me or leave.

"Amun get the troops sorted for the night, keep the wolf prisoners until they turn in the morning," I ordered as I set up my own little night area

Usually, someone makes one for the commander and general but I like to build my own. I have been thinking for a while now, and I have come to the conclusion that I'm odd. I am only eleven but I don't act like it at all I could say it's because of my father but I don't think I would still be this mature.

Maybe I'm special.

No, I know I'm special because I remember everything from the moment I was born till now, I remember my mother dying after she birthed me, I remember my father declaring my name, I remember the first time I cried, the first time I was fed and the first time I saw my father brutality kill one of my servants for speaking out of turn.

I remember every word spoken to or around me. And once I hear or see something I will never forget it.

Just like how I will never forget the cries of the people I have killed, the expression on the first child I killed face when I stabbed him through his heart. The hollow look of the families my family tore apart.

The look of disgust on my brother's faces when they see me. And the most impactful thing I remember is the look of excitement on my father's face when he held me as a child as if he knew what I will accomplish in the future.

I looked at the moon once more before I went off to bed, my journey is just beginning.

[four years later]

Four years, four grueling years I have spent on this journey, I still remember my first battle with werewolves like it was yesterday, ten out of the fifteen survivors of that battle joined my army, currently, we are an army of one thousand men. Most of them came from villages we conquered or just individuals that found themselves stumbling across my army.

"General Khan, we are approaching a new village," Ezra one of my commanders said to me

Ezra is one of those ten men from the battle I had against the wolves that joined me, he has slowly turned into a loyal warrior.

"Ezra you will come with me, I want to get a feel for this place first," I replied in a commanding tone he gave me an odd look but nodded never the less

In these last couple of years, I have learned how to perfectly control my anger and hone it into a sharp blade. Usually, I don't venture into villages but, this time I feel as if I need to.

Hence the confused look Ezra gave me.

As Ezra and I neared the village we passed several occupants that gave us fearful looks. I had to hide my smirk seeing as they are scared of a fifteen-year-old.

"General Khan if I may ask why are you interested in this place?" Ezra asked me timidly

"Something is here I can feel it," I replied in a straightforward manner

"Something that can help you find that of which you seek?" he asked me again

"Yes, I can feel it we are close," I replied with a crazy smile

"That good!" Ezra said in a happy tone

"Haha! Yes I will finish this then head back home," I replied happily

Once we neared the village entrance a man appeared, "why have you come! Who are you!" he spouted as if I have offended him

It took me one glance to tell what he is.

A sorcerer.

- end -

A/N: witches/ warlock is a western thing I feel like so I'm referring to them as sorcerers/sorceresses for right now. Shamans are an oc thing though.