[ 4 year time skip]

The busy streets beneath the grand city of atlos, an underground part of the city filled with merchants, slave traders and vendors, a busy part of the kingdom where the atmosphere is constantly rowdy and heavily pungent.

In a busy street, where people all over the kingdom come to do their business here, a tall person walks amongst the crowd going forward towards the streets.

He wore a black worn-out robe covering every part of his body, beneath the cloak he was wearing brown boots, black pants and a black sleeveless shirt and a black glove on his left hand.

As he walked through the streets, the boy raised his hands to uncover his hood, revealing his black long wavy hair stretching all the way to his nape. He had blue eyes and a long nose. He was tall, for someone his age.

It's been 4 years after all.

Aamon had quite the growth spurt.

Now at the age 16, Aamon is now old enough to do what he should have done long ago.

He had come to the city for one purpose.

To enlist in the Sorian Imperial Army.

Now, it might surprise all of us, could it be that we decided to switch sides? After what had happened to him 4 years ago?

Well, no.

Holograms across the nations started to become wildly active, heavily forcing the people of the kingdom to enlist in the army, further growing the numbers for the king’s army.

What could Ruhka Nim want with millions of men to fight his battles?

About 4 years ago, the king started expanding his empire, he had conquered many territories, further solidifying the strength of his mighty regime.

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Now that he is forcing young boys to sacrifice their lives to fight his battles, it's clear to say he had his sights on something bigger. But for Aamon Solevia, that didn't matter; all he wanted was the king's head on a spear.

He wants his revenge. And to do so, he must join the army.

Aamon makes his way further and further into the streets, making his way towards the grand city hall, ready to prove his worth in the army.

After successfully enlisting, alongside other recruits are directed in a large auditorium.

[Aamon’s POV]

Quite a massive room. I thought to myself.

So many people were all hauled up in one large room. 900, maybe even a thousand I thought again.

At the very end of the auditorium was a large stage, where a middle aged man was standing, wearing a proper military uniform with badges around his right chest. He was muscular and he was wearing a thick mustache, a mustache he clearly is proud of.

As he stood in the middle of the stage, with his hands behind his back, he introduced himself as Grand Marshall Zorian, before he gave an hour long speech about our enlistment to the army, about how it was an honor and a privilege for us to have accepted such an opportunity.

Bullshit I thought.

I only agreed to enlist for one reason.

If they teach me to fight and to lead, then that's all it takes for me to fight back.

Grand Marshall Zorian further added that we would be relocated to a military camp, further up the north, where we would be trained for the next eight months.

The next thing I know, I'm inside a carrier truck with 29 other strangers, headed towards the north for about 12 hours.

I decided to kill time by taking a nap, hopefully I'd wake up by the time we've arrived. It's better than engaging in conversation with a bunch of people I don't even know, even worse people outside my age group.

As I close my eyes shut, I start to think about the past back to when I was still under the care of my master and father figure, the man who took care of me after all these years.

I vaguely remember an old memory.

Master Tristan and I were sparring, he was teaching me the ways of the blade.

I held a sword with my right hand, and my left hand behind my back, and he held his blade on his left hand with his right hand behind him.

I moved forward, as I prepared my blade to strike him.

He moved back and as he did, I went for a slash which he clearly evaded, he went for a counter strike right below my elbow which I reacted quickly by using my blade to block his attack.

We further exchanged a few blows and attacks, our fight escalating quickly.

“Good job boy,” master Tristan said.

“Thanks” I replied.

“However, you lack speed,” master Tristan told me.

And as he did, he disappeared. In a flash, I couldn't track him with my own eyes after all, I was still too weak.

In a flash of a second he appeared right behind me and quickly slashed me right on my shoulders.

Of course, we were both using wooden blades. It didn't cut through my flesh, but he hit me so hard it was agonizing.

“OW!” I screamed in pain.

“What the hell? That was too far!” I added.

“Aamon, if you want to learn how to fight then you must be prepared for the pain that comes along with it.” He said.

“You cannot always win without feeling pain,” he added.

“You must learn to endure all the pain you feel, emotionally and physically,” he added more.

He was right.

“How will you be able to fight the empire if you're gonna whine in pain like this?” He asked me.

“I don't know,” I replied.

Master Tristan raised me for 4 years, during those years, he meticulously trained me and raised me to be a warrior, mentally, physically and emotionally. After all, we both desire the fall of this malevolent empire.

But his training isn't enough. If the Sorian Imperial Army could teach me more, then I'll be more than ready to fight back.

I'll avenge all of you. I promise that I'll challenge the king, take his throne and save the people of this kingdom.