The Rise of King Nephmir - Prologue

The Second Great Seige

Ah, yes, I remember it as if it had just happened! A story of a young upstart that achieved the impossible, and was banished for it. A story of a feared king, a treacherous battle, and the great duel.

It's amazing how one little idea can spark even the most dramatic changes. Truly remarkable. Not only can one idea create a better world, but it can destroy one as well.

It all began during The Second Great Siege. General Ghonton was sitting on the throne at the time, as leader of The Eternal Warriors, and King of The Eternal Realm. A messenger sprinted into the room, with a sword and shield in hand.

"There's been a breach in The West Wall, sir, near the arsenal. They've arrived."

The King grabbed his bow and shield, and ran towards the battle, the messenger not far behind.

Clashes of metal and the crumbling of the wall was deafening. Ghonton stopped by a ledge over the battlefield, analyzing the battle below. Suddenly, from out of the darkness, there stepped a tall, hooded figure, mounted on a black horse. He raised his staff, and all fell silent. The two armies separated into two sides to let the figure pass; one side out of respect for their leader, another from fear.

"Send him forward to fight me. Do so and I will spare the rest of you from dying a needless death."

The battlefield was now so quiet that you could hear a small rodent scurrying in the brush far off in the distance. That is, until one person spoke up.

"I will fight you."

Everyone gasped and turned to see a villager, unarmed, walk up to the hooded figure, who jumped off of his horse and stopped.

"And what makes you think you could fight me, peasant?"

"I come armed not with experience or a sword, but with something much stronger."

"And what would that be?"

The man walked up to the enemy king until he was right in front of him, looking up into his face. He reached into his sleeve and pulled out an arrow with a tint of purple on the tip and a green tail.

"A gift", he said, handing the king the arrow. "I made it myself".

"I don't think you understand. We're raiding your village, and you offer me an arrow?"

"This is not just any arrow. The person that is unfortunate enough to get shot by this arrow will die a very slow and painful death. To be used only on your most hated rival or enemy. I have one more, if you'd like to test it."

He took the arrow slowly, raising it in his bow and aiming it onto the ledge where Ghonton was watching, unflinching.

"There's only two...use it wisely", said the peasant.

He lowered his bow.

"What's your name, peasant?"

"Nephmir. My name is Nephmir."