REVENGE OF THE

12 KINGDOMS




[ T y p e t h e c o m p a n y n a m e ]
[ T y p e t h e c o m p a n y a d d r e s s ]
[ T y p e t h e p h o n e n u m b e r ]
[ T y p e t h e f a x n u m b e r ]
[ P i c k t h e d a t e ]
THE RISE OF THE DARK
NECRO KING
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Prologue: The Downfall
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Sounds of heavy marching covered the whole valley of Ashur as heavily
armored men race across the burning city of stone- the castle of Hornmount, the
last castle that stand across the border of Ishtil. Total darkness changes the
peaceful blue sky above the city walls as it fall part by part. Still, hope filled the
hearts of the fallen soldiers and the survivors that still defend the palace and their
king. The grand golden soldier of Hornmount armed with razor sharp spears and
crystal sword as strong as the strongest metal forge from the finest blacksmith of
Mistar guarded the palace knocking every enemy in sight across the walls of the
palace until the first of the last enemy battalion armor broke out revealing the
face that hides under the suit shook the guard leaving his defense lowered. The
enemy raced toward the guard into the castle. Terror filled the great hall as the
king and his loyal soldiers clash their swords to save the throne of the West or at
least die in honor. One by one, they fall to the ground. The soldiers in heavy
armor revealed themselves as they quickly enter the gates of a place that once
was the greatest city all over the Western Shore. There, the soldiers of Mistar-the
soldiers of the golden grand city wonder and the pride of the human race
civilization stood upon a glazing wasteland of the dead. Before they knew whats
happening, there too late as the Last King of Ishtril lays under the feet of a green
small ugly creature with a large spiky club. It was alone and was about to strike
toward a small formation of spikeman. It hit a dozen of men tossing them to the
mid-sky. It killed nearly 10 men and 7 injured just to capture the beast and throw
it in the palace dungeons. The war-torn city was neutralized against enemy
threats but none was left to save. A total silence filled the city. The king still
conscious and blooding to death murmured to a soldier his last words then
shouted the word Hope as death entered the gates of Hornmount. The soldier
stood upon the dead king and heard a cry from a baby. This baby that has seen
the downfall of the great king and queen of Hornmount fall in the hands of
enemies and the only survivor of the clan will be hope of the entire kingdom to
redeem its glory once again. Not now but maybe someday, somehow

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Chapter 1: The Downfall