Chapter II: Home

The Dark Domain, Kaliam’s planet, had been completely destroyed from war and is now only a dust ball... The dark purple haze of the sky with an orange glow below the horizon had plumes of smoke pillaring into the sky. Few Kingdoms have survived including that of Kaliam.

His people had either been slaughtered, murdered or found refuge outside of the very walls that were said to protect them. Kaliam’s presumed “death” spread like a wildfire to the enemy and they moved quickly in order to take the domain over.

“Is everyone captured like I, the ALMIGHTY KING, ORDERED?” A dark figure asked the soldier walking in. The figure sat on a tarnished throne worn from the predecessors.

“WELL! ARE THEY ALL CAPTURED?!” His short tempered voice thundered across the room. The soldier stepped back slightly as he opened his quivering mouth to speak. “Yes my king all of them were captured and imprisoned like you asked- except for one,” he stammered.

The dark figure stroked his bearded chin staring at the frightened soldier, “Who have you not captured?” he asked, his dark purple eyes piercing into the soldier’s strained eyes. “Y-your older brother, Kaliam.”

The dark figure sneered at the soldier then stood up “How hard is it to catch ONE PERSON?” The figure’s voice escalated as he spoke. He stepped slowly down the steps that lead to the throne platform. “I have all of the power in this world and you tell me this now? How can I expect such a weak soldier’s to do my dirty work?”

“King Mason!-” the soldier yelped as Mason grabbed him by the throat, knocking the helmet off the soldier’s head. Fear soaked the young soldier’s light blue eyes as Mason smirked and stared him down, pulling him closer to his face. “T-Tssk…” The soldier let out as he gritted his teeth, trying to pull away.

Mason’s eyes filled with hatred, and he threw the soldier across the floor, creating a loud thud on the sleek, black marble floor. Loud footsteps could be heard in the corridor that came from outside of the throne room. Two menacing soldiers ran in to investigate, one of the soldiers looked down at what seemed like a young boy in a suit of armor. “Shall we take him out of your presence?” He asked as they both bowed to their king.

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Mason only turned to face the throne and waved his hand above his head. “Strip him of his uniform and throw him in with the prisoners!” Mason’s face twisted, forming an evil grin. “They will deal with him since he was the cause of their capture.”

The now-imprisoned soldier didn’t seem a day older than sixteen years of age. “YOU CAN’T DO THIS!” He yelled desperately as he struggled between the two soldiers.

“The rightful king will come for you! He is the real heir!”

His voice drifted further into the corridor until his voice became a mere whisper in the darkness as Mason sat back on the throne and frowned at the comment the supposed traitor had made.

The soldiers who had dragged the kid soldier threw him into a high-security colosseum with hundreds of thousands of other innocent people imprisoned there. His foot caught onto a rock as he was pushed into the Colosseum which then forced him into a guard with a sharp long spear in hand. The guard growled and thrust his spear at him. He yelped as he was thrown off his feet by the spear and hit the ground hard with tremendous force. His body jolted and was unresponsive.

A young girl named Sarah stumbled upon Tyler, the imprisoned soldier which was unresponsive. She decided to drag him to her small quarters in the Coliseum.

Tyler was unconscious for most of the day. He soon awoke to find a beautiful girl not far from his age. She had long dark hair, dark blue eyes and a worried expression on her dirty and grimy face.

“H-have you woken up yet?” she asked with an unsure voice he was even still alive. The broken soldier hadn’t moved from his position since he was dragged there. He noticed his armor had been taken off and set on the floor next to the doorway.

“Where am I?” Tyler hoarsely asked as he looked at her frowning. He sat up and put his hand over his face, wiping down it. Tyler felt his head pounding from when he had fallen and groaned.

He soon noticed that she was a commoner and began to get curious as to why she saved him. “Why did you take me in when I am the one who captured you all?”

She simply shrugged “My father always told me to love on my enemies even if they don’t do the same back” she smiled and gave him a crude bowl with porridge in it “eat up… you’ll need your strength” she explained.

Ty’s eyes were wide with disbelief, he soon shook it off and began to eat the porridge. As he ate he looked out beyond the tent like flaps that acted as a doorway to enter and frowned as he saw men, women, and children. Most of them doing labor for the White-clad legion. In the center courtyard whippings and executions were in progress. Ty set his bowl down as he lost his appetite and stared up at Sarah.

“What have I done…” he exclaimed hiding his face in his hands. She sat next to him and hesitantly pulled his hands off his face and nudged him to look at her “Its ok… You didn’t kill my people, you can’t blame yourself for this” she said with a low soft voice.

He avoided eye contact and nodded to agree with her, Ty still felt responsible for the death of many. He didn’t want her to feel the need to comfort him. He was a warrior, after all, the best in his class as well…

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