Land beyond the hurricane:Rise of the God of death

"Diplomacy." Death said with a look of disgust plastered to his face. "Diplomacy is the cause of the fall of my House of Death." "But how come I've never heard of it?" Farsi thought. "You fool, who haven't heard of it yet? When you were sent to a rival country by your father base upon your stepmother's advice, what do you think that was?" " I was sent there to ensure peace."

" You see?That is what I am talking about, everybody knows her name, she has become a deity, a saviour, Peace the destroyer of war.

Her doctrine spread very fast because the world is filled with weak and greedy people who don't have the courage and strength to take what they want, thus, they go around preaching that abominable doctrine.

"Every piece of land want to become an independent country, country that don't have the strength to keep what they have. The world is filled with bunch of weaklings that want to rule the world, the world is there, that's the reason Chaos was born, you want the world?

"Go ahead and take it, take it, don't ask, don't follow diplomacy, just take it and lay waist to all those that dare stand in your path. The world is now filled with people, kings, emperors, sultans tha want to increase their borders but lack the courage to declare war, thus, they go and buy lands instead.

"Fools, the world is filled with fools!" "So why am I here?" Farsi question. That's what I'm talking about, that's exactly what I'm talking about, a man who have less time for talks. Why are you here?

"Peace ruined our world so we are going to ruin hers. Death said with a sarcastic look on his face that is now barely under the hood. I am going to send you in a different world, in a different body. A body that is suitable for the kinds of combat in that world.

"The body belongs to the son of one of the generals of Chaos's army. Since the incarceration of Chaos the army and its generals have been targeted, and some of them died in combat. Darklord is the only general who have the potential to bring an end to the reign of Peace and her abominable doctrine.

"He was killed by one of the archimages of the Council Of Sisters." "Mages? I thought they were myth. My father, the sultan, used to tell me about people with magical powers. He said that they were charged with blasphemy, which was a crime against Allah and was sentenced to death."

"Yes mages do exist. After Peace left this world she went to that world and converted people to her doctrin, and bestowed upon them power, therefore, tempting others to join her and promote her doctrine. These people she managed to convince formed an organization called the Council Of Sisters or the Sisterhood.

"The Sisterhood is an organization that rule the world from behind the curtains. Their influence continues to spread throughout the continent and now that, general Darklord is dead, the only resistance against the Sisterhood is dead, there's nothing stopping them from claiming the entire world.

"Even smaller countries like Morgan will not be able to resist the Sisterhood for too long. This is why I want you to go." "But you said that these people, Mages, have magic." said Farsi with a hint of fear in his voice. " I see, that is why you are worried? Well, don't don't worry, I will give you something very powerful. Even more powerful to take on more the three mages."

"So what's in it for me?" Farsi asked without a hint of fear in his voice. "Well, you don't get to go to Hell. Death answered sarcastically. Well, I do want to go to hell." Death was startled by this response. "Ok, see, you can conquer the world and rule as a sultan or a king. What say you?" "What are we waiting for?"

The moon stood high in the sky, it's light barely torching the earth however mortals did not bother since each and everyone had a torch of their own. Everyone stood in row, about three thousand. They form twelve rows, everyone was neatly dress their uniforms which was red and gold.

They all stood in a silence, the only sound that can be heard is the crackles of wood being consumed by flames. This was the camp of Chaos, since his incarceration the army nphave faced huge casualties, all the lands that were captured by Chaos when he was leading the army have been retaken by the Sisterhood.

This three thousand army belonged to Khann Darklord, the only son of Raree Darklord. Rare Darklord was one of the generals of Chaos's army. When he died his only son Khann Darklord succeeded him, and after three months, led an army of four thousand and conquered a small territory that was under the administration of the Sisterhood.

This attack was ignored by the Sisterhood since there territory was not that big. However, not too long after, he carried out another attack against the Sisterhood, though the were confrontation, but in the end he was victorious. Khann Darklord, blinded by his victory decided to push further and that was how he lost his life.

It is his body that is being cremated tonight on the pyre before his three thousand troops. The pile of wood began to shake and some pieces of wood began to roll off the pyre. People did not think of it much since it was only normal for the pile to crumble when the wood if being consumed by fire.

However, to their surprise the body started to shake violently causing more of the wood to desert. It's been fifteen minutes since that pile ws put on fire, there's no logical way that somebody can what is happening.

All of a sudden the dead body sat up, and after few seconds stood up and began walking away from the pyre down the isle heading towards the general's tent. The soldiers eyes followed him as he walked everyone was speechless.