War of freedom.. War is inevitable

Prologue   Fate was watching him, every move he made, he knew that very well. It was just waiting for him to make a mistake so that he could punish him afterwards. Because fate was inherently malicious. Still, he couldn't help it. He had to do it.But actually he was forced to, it wasn't even his own will. Or is it? Raen shook his head, who was still watching in this mess. The war confused people's minds. In war, the good deeds were indistinguishable from the bad. ********Roman paced restlessly up and down the door. He nervously chewed his thumbnail. Behind the door his wife Alea was in labor. It was not his first child who was just about to make its way into this world; his wife had given birth to a young daughter two years ago. Roman sat down, but immediately jumped up again. It was earl

Finally, the seemingly bloodless lips moved: "Are you Hyaun-Banskeid-Roman-Ra-Roido-adh-Chor-Shari - warrior Hyauns, son of Roido from the Shari clan?"Roman blinked. “Yes, I am.”“My name is Solrhan, I am a disciple of the venerable oracle Soghul of Tulga and I bring you a message!” A hand, as transparent as the skin around his bright blue eyes, parted the fine, white material of the cloak and held out a letter to him. It bore the unmistakable, black seal of Tulga. “It is a message that is only meant for you, Banskeid Roman. No one else is allowed to read it or know anything about its content, except you. You know what I'm talking about? ”Roman nodded and held out his hand. The folded paper touched his palm as light as a feather, but his hand began to tremble, heavy as if under a steel load. The thoughts were racing in his head. Why did he of all people get a message from the oracle? He was just a simple warrior, as insignif

When King Katthike saw the pool of blood around the dead prisoner, he began to rage. He knocked down the guard next to him with a single brutal blow. His legendary anger was unleashed before those around him had managed to get to safety. Excited, he ran in a circle around the body of Hy, lying on the ground, limping badly. His stocky muscular figure sent out hot waves of anger and everyone present crouched in fear when he came near them.“To hell with you all! How did that happen? ”He roared into the silence of the dungeon room, and his powerful voice echoed off the walls."Am I just surrounded by useless and miserably stupid idiots?" He came to a stop in front of the second soldier and stared at him with his ice-blue eyes. The soldier immediately lowered his gaze and stammered: "Your Majesty, e-he ... somehow he overpowered the guard and h-stabbed himself with his knife!"The king grimaced and bared his teeth as if wanted like a wolf at his opponent

After he had calmed down a bit, King Katthike sat brooding in his library, which was crammed with a seemingly confused mixture of books and maps from different corners of the continent. But everything was in its exact order, and for Katthike the books were what he simply called the source of knowledge. They were a window into the head of the other peoples and that is why he went to great lengths to have many of the works he had acquired translated into Askharic. He looked at the rows of spines. Some were unadorned, but some were also embossed or even adorned with golden patterns. He inhaled the smell of parchment and dust. It was here in this inspiring place that he forged his plans and planned his cruelties; Here, many years ago, he had the ambitious idea of creating a memorial for himself, which would raise him above all previous kings of Askhar and make him immortal. His insatiable hunger for power and recognition has long been limited to that of his descendants as well as to his

The Setna struggled for breath for an answer and uttered the words in a dragging voice:" M-my name is Raeson. Please call me Raeson. I am not worthy of you calling me Setna because I ... I failed! I didn't see it and couldn't protect my people, as it would have been my job! ”Tears ran uncontrollably down his face and his hands began to shake violently again. Sorgha wondered again, concerned, whether the prince would even manage to kill himself. The oracle had prepared him to lend a hand if necessary, but he still dreaded it."Dear Setna, you didn't fail!" He tried to calm Raeson. “Al Nor, the exalted guardian of the future, decides what we should and should not see. Even my great Lord and Master Soghul could not see it. But this time it has been fate itself that has kept the door to the future tightly closed, and against the will of the higher powers even our gods are powerless. But the will of the universe must happen so that other elements can bereborn f