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Stumbling away from the once great kingdom, the General found himself crawling towards the towering walls of a large, sand like structure. He heard voices above him and rolled tight up against the wall. The sound of footsteps became louder sweeping up dusts of sand as they went. The General looked up, only for his eyes to meet the hot glare of the sun. Two figures emerged, running towards him at speed, before he could speak, the cold face of an iron shovel came down, crunching into his skull. His eyes closed and faded to darkness... As the General regained consciousness, he heard the steady murmur of applause and the snarl of a deep, booming voice. He felt the familiar tickle of sand under his finger tips. Raising his head, all became clear. The crowd of Sarafel arena clapped in slow applause, the General realised where he was, he had wondered so far from his motherland he had come across Sarafel castle. Sarafel was infamous for its oppressive leader Salvar and his vulgar rule. Luther and Salvar have been sworn enemies since the days of the Sky wars. Legend goes that King Luther killed Salvar's farther, Balgorn, with his bare hands, ripping off all his armour and weapons and challenging Balgorn to a fight to the death. For this reason the infested land of Sarafel was plunged into darkness and Salvar oppressed and murdered his own people in rage. Sure enough, Salvar was stood at the highest point of the arena bellowing commands at his officers. The General pushed himself to his feet and stumbled into the centre of the towering arena, the crowed erupted in applause. With a single wave, Salvar silenced the crowd. "Welcome, General, to my humble kingdom, not exactly Dragon-Thorn castle is it?" The General panted, tired and starved fell to his knees. Slavar laughed making his way down the stone steps to a lower balcony overhanging the arena's sand floor. "For years your father left us in poverty and despair, but where is old Luther now, hmm? Oh that's right, word has it the fool is dead". The General grasped a handful of sand, the earth shook, the General raised his head and his eyes burned like netherack, he arose to his feet. Salvar drew his sword...

Part 3 coming soon!