The battlefield reeked of death, the scorched field filling up the nostrils of Pekuameiks. The Huge axe inside his flesh reminding itself constantly.

Peku looked towards the ocean, a quiet prayer for his ancestor, Hepom Nepots, to guide him in his death. He gritted his teeth, so this is what happens when one tries to improve his or her standing. He should've laid low, he should've taken the humiliation that his people had received for centuries

Then maybe he would have been able to raise his son and maybe have a happy family with his wife. However now that option was to late, his wife was dead and his son was with the very enemy who was standing before him. To think he used to call him friend. 

Truly it is something to ponder do friends plunge daggers into their friends chest?

"Why have you done this Pekuameiks?" asked the tall and bulky nemesis that stood above him. 

It was a question he did not know himself. Surely a war with the Kemelom Pupos should not be on any sane person's mind. To fight God-blooded, he truly must be the most insane person in the Perkunjom Mounts. Regardless, he chose to do what he has done and I bet he would do it again. Those Kemelies where in over their heads if they would think the Pawrkaput would surrender themselves so easily

"FUCK OFF AND THE LOTS OF YOU! You Reg, you pushed me to this extent so why the hell would you ask me?" he seethed. 

"For too long the descendants of Pehuson, the descendants of Hepom Nepots  have been forced into a lower class position, such a system where you REG COULD KILL YOUR SISTER, MY WIFE AND NOT GIVE A DAMN!"

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"That may be true, however there's better ways then to cause CEASELESS BLOODSHED!" The man in front of him declared

"What do you know Pater, you and your Golden haired race have lived in such a prestige position over the Perkunjom Mountains and elsewhere. MY PEOPLE WERE TREATED LIKE MERE DOSOS COMPARED TO YOU! but even you treated the Dosos-blooded like kings."

"Enough about the Kulnis people they have nothing to do with this nonsense."

"Even with a dagger in my stomach, I could see FUCKING CLEARLY THEY DO.  The Ameik clan and all the other clans have been treated like crap and those who we fought together against, those who fought to oppress us are treated like family."

"Regardless of what you think of the Kulnis people Pekuameiks, you are the one who showed your blade against us in this new age. Peku you were an honourable warrior worthy of ancestor status, WHY WOULD YOU THROW IT ALL AWAY!"

"Because old friend a short but glorious life is better than eternal shame" with that he muttered his last statement.

"Either way eternal shame shall follow you and your people even in the afterlife."  bellowed the blonde young man.

Pekuameiks did not respond instead he let out a hefty laugh in his dying breath.

'Atleast my son would live past the disgrace....' he thought and in that moment he rested.

Regpater then took his late rival's dagger and threw it in the ocean, the troops followed Regpater's lead sending them to the sea in which their Ancestor would guide them through the afterlife.

Little Pecu began crying, Regpater comforted the baby in his arm. He promised the tiny child that he would protect him till his last breath, In honour of his late sister and her late husband. 

   That very moment was the end of an era of war, bronze and blood and in the horizon spelt new perils and upheaval unknown to                    many not even the goddesses of fate. Regpater the Wikpotis was proud yet filled with despair........