The War Of The West Of Persia

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Over the mountains that cast shadows on the small town far to the west of Persia, Seth drew his first breath. The feast in his honor would take the better part of a month for the women to create. They would have to labor over countless pots to insure that everything was cooked to perfection, after all dignitaries from the surrounding tribes would be attending to see the new heir. The village would use so many supplies, that it would take the men half a year to hunt and fish enough to fully replenish their stores. Over the hills, Persian soldiers marched to a drumbeat. Their swords had begun to feel heavy in their scabbards, but they took no notice. They marched for the village of the new baby boy. The Persian soldiers had only one desire…show more content…
The Persian King couldn’t believe the report. He sent three more armies. Each army left proud and convinced they would win. They came back, quite interested in the dust they had accumulated on their shoes, defeated and humiliated. The attention of the King soon moved elsewhere, as he got tired of being defeated and the brief village war was logged as a victory. Then, a great surprise to his people, the King died in battle. His three year old son was immediately crowned king. When the new King was six years old, he found a book that recorded the true fate of the thousands of men sent for the western horizon. From that day on, he waited for the day he had full command of his kingdom. Having seen the records of the massacre of his father 's troops, he could see that the steel of Persian swords wouldn’t get him the secrets that his father had dreamed of. Meanwhile in the land of the Council of the Brotherhood, Seth had grown up. He had a lot of responsibility on his shoulder, since his brother, Khalq Alkram Alkhlwd who went by Alkram, was a major leader in the Council of the Brotherhood, and he responded to the expectations accordingly. His brother had found one of the main sources of the Council’s power and Seth couldn’t let his brother down. He trained every day with a vision of Persian cavalry soldiers, bloody swords in hand, staring down from the hills at a city ripe to be conquered, always on the top of
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