King Amir : The Rise of a Warrior

smine and spice. Inside the palace, King Zarhaddon stood on his balcony. He held the stone railing and looked out over

n his bones. Som

thunder,

p and scary. The sound swept across the cit

ousands of soldiers marching as one. The were holding spears, shields, swords and all kinds of weapons, explosives, black magic and ellite wa

on his horse, in his golden armor shining in the firelight.

han." His voice was loud,

ing anyone in sight. Many people screamed and ran for their lives. Some people carried their children. Oth

swords flashed against swords and blood soaked the stone. But the Parakshan soldier, were

avy strike, shaking the ground. They slammed again

shan army

y man they could find, a

ing down anyone they could find. The lively city of Assyria that

teps, King Zarhad

mir, and flee to the coast, and sail to Greece." he instructed,

determination and a duty t

gift, his father's father's sword, the legendary "splasher," symbolizing his family's honor an

he drew his sword. And with a calm

st night, let it b

ing their shields and gettin

lion, cutting down many Parak

fall when they

nging him to one knee. Another sliced his chest. His gold

heavily, and he saw a black horse besid

ked at his fallen enem

unded, managed to smile

d his sword.

aking with it the

eople and took them as s