FORGOTTEN ORDER

Kingdom of Riana

Reign of King Orrick Levia

In the cool of the evening King Orrick, a stunning pale, sturdy, middle aged man with long brown hair and short beards; rode alongside a tall, brown skin Riana Sri through a dense forest. The Sri was muscly just like King Orrick but he had a crew cut with no beards. They rode for a while then halted their horses when they came to an open land of white sand and a blue Ocean stretching as far as the eyes could see.

“This is amazing Jerrod,” King Orrick marveled at the beauty of the land.

“I knew you would love it,” Jerrod spoke with a profuse voice, “what comes to your mind?”

“The beauty of the pure sand,” he dismounts his armored horse, “the splendor and serenity of the Deep and its presence.” He takes a deep breath, “magnificent.”

Dismounting his horse Jerrod gave a scrawny smile, “A pleasant sight my Lord, I was thinking of a harbour instead.”

“Wow” he turns over to Jerrod. “Jerrod you bastard, that’s amazing, I know a member of the Rooks family won’t fail me,” he turns over to the Ocean then opens his arms out wide, “this is a start to conquering the Western lands.”

“I’m sorry to oppose that vision old friend.” Jerrod spoke feebly.

“Old friend?” Orrick turns over to Jerrod, “What do you mean Jerrod?”

“I’ve tried all I possibly can to convince you,” he clenched his fists - his frown grew thick, “but your plans to conquer the West won’t change.”

“Jerrod my friend, you have betrayed life itself.” King Orrick draws his bastard sword hanging from the scabbard on his back.

“Forgive me old friend, lives depend on your death.” Jerrod draws the long sword hanging across his back.

Noticing the sudden movement of Jerrod’s eyes, King Orrick quickly flipped upwards, escaping the fatal slash from a sword. Landing on both legs King Orrick raised his gaze to see his foe.

“Never expected this from you Isaac.” He spoke shaking his head.

“I’m sorry King Orrick,” Isaac apologized, hands clenched tightly on the hilt of his sword, “I can’t let this plan come to past.”

Isaac is a fair slender young gentleman in his early twenties, having short dark curls with no sign of maturity in his looks. Isaac is also a Prince, heir to the throne of the second most powerful Western Kingdom, North Farancia and son to King Gorge Lupin.

King Orrick gazed closely behind Jerrod and set his eyes on two young men clad in black armor stepping out of the forest, one was huge and timid looking the other was lean and sick looking, having the gaze of a dying man.

"It pains me to see the very people I entrusted my life come together to kill me.” Orrick spoke with pity.

“Forgive me my Lord.” The lean man pleaded then nocked two arrows on his silver bow.

“I’ll do that in the underworld Thomas,” Orrick proclaimed then spat on the ground, “I’ll have no regrets in your futile deaths.”

“The earth you stand on has been drenched in virgin female piss, your godly powers won’t work here.” Jerrod assured.

“As expected from the Rooks bloodline,” Orrick praised, “I’ll have your head first.”

In that instance Orrick dashed towards Jerrod leaving lighting sparks behind, a speed they never expected. Orrick slashed down hard on Jerrod, but he was quick enough to shield himself from the attack with his sword, unfortunately, Orrick’s blade cut through Jerrod’s blade slashing his left eye, pushed back by the force, Jerrod slumped to the ground with a cry.

Everyone else immediately withdrew, giving a good spacing from Orrick.

Thomas swiftly fixed is aim and loosed the arrows at Orrick, which he evaded. Seeing how precise his aim was Orrick advanced towards Thomas.

Thomas knew it will be the end if Orrick was to catch up to him, so he began nocking and loosing arrows at Orrick as he quickly moved backwards.

But the Levia blood was on another level, he cut down every arrow he could then evaded others but definitely closed in on Thomas.

At that point blank range Thomas knew it was over as he tried reaching for another arrow, Orrick then plunged his sword forward, luckily Michael had caught on.

He deflected Orrick’s attack leaving Orrick open, Isaac from behind quickly slashed at Orrick, but he whirled away from the attack then took a defensive pose, glaring at the traitors in front of him.

Sensing an incoming attack, Orrick quickly ducked under Jerrod’s half sword then straightened up to deflect an immediate strike from Jerrod, peering into his bloody eyes with regret and pain. Both brandished their sword in a parry looking for a well-placed slash on vital parts.

“So this is the strength of the two mightiest men in the West,” Isaac spoke with perplexity.

“Let’s make it count.” Thomas assured then nocked his last arrow, while Isaac and Michael charged towards Orrick.

Evading a slash from Jerrod, Orrick tilt his head to the side avoiding the loosed arrow then turns to check Michael’s attack before pushing his leg against his torso which sent him crashing to the ground. Unable to avoid the blow, Isaac plunged his sword into Orrick’s torso while Jerrod impaled him from behind.

Orrick cursed as blood strolled down his mouth, not willing to give up Orrick raised his sword to cut Isaac down but Thomas held on to his hand tightly, struggling to keep it erect. Suddenly the cloud turned dark with loud rumbling then Orrick gazed up with a loud cry.

“I thought you said his godly powers won’t work,” Thomas asked stricken with fear.

“This is a last resort,” Jerrod assured, “Stop this Orrick, you’ve lost.”

Orrick didn’t mind Jerrod’s words; the dark cloud began rotating as lightning raced through it coaxing the earth to tremble then Orrick’s eyes began flickering with lightning sparks. Jerrod cried out then pulled his sword from Orrick, he gazed at Orrick knowing there was no other way before slicing off his head.

The sky became clear again and the shaking earth stood still. Jerrod knelt down as Orrick’s body dropped to the ground, Isaac along with Thomas and Michael gathered round the body awaiting Jerrod's order.

"Prepare to depart," Jerrod held his tears in, "those clouds should have drawn the attention of Atari and her sisters." Jerrod rose up, "For a better future," he declared.

"For a better future." Everyone agreed.