Revenge Season

Part Two: League of Assassins

[299 years before the arrival of (Al-Nahhas) junior]

It's been a whole year since my first frustrating plan to reclaim the floral throne began.

I was smart, and I decided to use men instead of loving them.

The curse of Korra the bone witch still works, but I no longer crave men like last year.

Men care in this Waste World only for power and rule, not women.

In order to regain my throne, I, princess Ainur, the descendant of the great kingdom of Kandor, must overcome all men.

I left the city of roses under protect my friend the blade Soma, the enchanted weapon of the princesses, and on my journey, I enlisted the help of my first friend, Arch, the owner of the Flying Dinosaur, Arch who had eluded me so long until exhausted me from reaching his heart.

I ventured into the kingdom of Washin beyond the borders, to gain the trust of my first guard commander Amid, handed him the legendary sword of Rokoshta, and he gave me my first bridesmaids, his beautiful Maid, Wahara.

In the fortress of Lord Khakin, I met my second guardian, Fusan, the dexterous, and the first of the hearts that I should mash it on my long way, to break the curse of the handsome hundred.

I had two armies of war tribes and dwarves, and yet I fled again.

My uncle, Emperor Behrouz, returned to the walls of the Roses, and his anger multiplied after I had destroyed Korra, and despite my soldiers, I preferred to absorb his overwhelming anger, his acute desire for collision and revenge, and preferred tactical withdrawal, only skirmishes between my soldiers and his soldiers for the previous months, while I all the time wandered in temporary camps in the washinian lands.

Arch said to me as he slowly flew over my retreating armies, which Amid is leading:

"What terrified you so much about minister Rafiq, did he not go to the grave of his fathers in peace at the hands of Soma, after we stole the map that night?" We handed over the pink throne to the emperor without a single sword blow for fear of a ghost that no longer harms or benefits".

Wahara was behind me and Fusan behind her, and we were all on the back of the big animal, which flies slowly due to White Bat battle injuries. After all these months the injuries are still visible in his ward:

- "Fusan received information that he had recruited four of Orioum's killers, or more precisely, that he had agreed with them to avenge him who would kill me.. The bad news is that the four United to kill me after the messenger of Behrouz informed them of the death of the minister, and my damn uncle paid them what they wanted ''.

I asked Wahara:

- "And the good news?"

- "There is no good news, they have been on the way to the Roses City for months, due to the extreme vastness of the geography of Orioum, in pursuit of my blood, and men like them never back down from successfully completing their mission, they take it upon themselves from a religious point of view, their failure makes a kind of a shame that should not haunt them one day. From there it will be easier for them to track us down. As you can see, we are taking both armies in full, and it is not difficult to lose such a huge trace."

Arch said:

- "But this in itself is a safety factor, who dares to hunt someone who is guarded by two whole armies?"

Fusan said:

- "You do not know the seriousness of the murderers of Orioum".

I said depressed:

- "It will be the hardest challenge for Soma... The problem is that during the adventure of the valley of the Dwarves, it was proved conclusively that it was not so impregnable."

- "The basic crisis is that the minister (Rafiq) the damned, has hired the little witch (Delgis) for this revenge for his soul, a service that is like life insurance, but only religious people believe in it, and happened that he killed already, which means his entitlement to obtain this religious right, so the witch agreed with five murderers... Five, not one, or two. Now we have to deal with five major disasters if we consider Behrouz himself to be just a sixth small disaster, and Delgis a seventh medium-level disaster," Fusan said.

Wahara wondered in bewilderment:

- "But why did you add the witch to our problems, she completed the agreement and her role is over"

I told her narrowly:

- "You are a foreigner, my dear, and you do not know the kinship ties between the Kandorians.. little Delgis is the daughter of Korra ".

My bridesmaid gasped, and I finally realized the magnitude of the predicament we were in. Everyone is now looking for revenge on me, the emperor from whom I kidnapped the gold of the city and the throne itself for some time, the daughter of Korra, who, despite belonging to the legitimate Magic of Trees, inevitably wants to avenge for her mother, as well as the murderers who worship the Black Gods by completing the religious duty that requires shedding my blood, and burning my ash.

The bells of Ainur's Revenge Season rang, Hallelujah!

During the military skirmishes between my two armies and Behrouz's armies, which easily and quickly returned their allegiance to the one sitting on the Floral Throne, Arch as usual roamed the south of Orioum, making his mysterious trade deals, and when Fusan was able to train reliable spies from the dwarves, The dangerous information came to him, so I immediately summoned him, and I decided to stay at an impregnable point, instead of temporary camps in open areas. To have ground defenses, air cover, and a quick escape when things got tough seemed to me the best solution ever.

Eliminating a handful of the Waste World's fiercest killers, their four members belong to Ancient Horsemen, war tribes, Ice Men, and (Akradar) warlocks together, led by one of the killers of the (Melted Face) organization personally. I need all the worldly luck and genius allies.. I am a princess with limited allies, few friends, and two armies based on a false myth.

The armies were at a crossroads, pointing to a nearby castle to the East:

- "From here, Arch, guide them to the road".

Arch pulled Cyrus ' bridle and the bird let out the deep crow's whoop and fluttered eastward, and the soldiers swerved below us when they heard the signal and saw us change direction, choosing the eastern route.

After the killing of the dear prince (Mrn Atur), may the Black Gods immerse his soul with mercy, a rebel war tribe occupied his castle, and we now only have to expel it to take the place as a temporary shelter, for an expelled, frightened scampish princess, we are the last of the alliance with the prince, and we are the most worthy of his legacy, which is not claimed by anyone from his legitimate heirs.

I have to think of new allies, allies capable of confronting the greatest assassins of the supercontinent.

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