Fable About War
A long time ago,
after the deaths of the persons in the first generation
and the second generation saw the deaths of its parents,
the young King sent an army of conquest out to the farthest reaches of the known world with the mission to explore and destroy.
Rumor came back through messengers and by way of tales that carried over the great distances that a mighty War-Lord Conquorer was destroying the soldiers one by one, mysteriously at the distant edge of the range of modern knowlege, but that he was cutting a swath of conquest toward the known world as well.
The King, who by now approached middle age, grew frightened and organized a platoon of his most experienced knights to find and kill this marauder. He sent his elite patrol away into the mist of distance and tried to rest his mind.
Years later, rumors started to circulate that many of the knights of the platoon had already been killed and that the enemy had not yet been identified. The King's mind was nerveless with fear. The friendly members of the court had all aged and stopped laughing.
On a clear day in early Winter, a ragged, beaten knight burst into the court chamber and collapsed on the floor. The King was aghast. "What has happened," said the King to the knight whom he recognized as one of the youngest members of the elite patrol.
Raising his grey head, the knight said, "all of my brothers have perished in an alien place. But we found the enemy. "The Future is the tyrant we are trying to kill."
after the deaths of the persons in the first generation
and the second generation saw the deaths of its parents,
the young King sent an army of conquest out to the farthest reaches of the known world with the mission to explore and destroy.
Rumor came back through messengers and by way of tales that carried over the great distances that a mighty War-Lord Conquorer was destroying the soldiers one by one, mysteriously at the distant edge of the range of modern knowlege, but that he was cutting a swath of conquest toward the known world as well.
The King, who by now approached middle age, grew frightened and organized a platoon of his most experienced knights to find and kill this marauder. He sent his elite patrol away into the mist of distance and tried to rest his mind.
Years later, rumors started to circulate that many of the knights of the platoon had already been killed and that the enemy had not yet been identified. The King's mind was nerveless with fear. The friendly members of the court had all aged and stopped laughing.
On a clear day in early Winter, a ragged, beaten knight burst into the court chamber and collapsed on the floor. The King was aghast. "What has happened," said the King to the knight whom he recognized as one of the youngest members of the elite patrol.
Raising his grey head, the knight said, "all of my brothers have perished in an alien place. But we found the enemy. "The Future is the tyrant we are trying to kill."
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