War. Fights that turned to bloodbaths because rich men wanted to be richer. One was raging now between the Valentians and the Adamantians. Every king from the Valentians sailed from their kingdoms to the untakable city of Adamantios. They were being held off at the city's unclimbable walls.

Lately, the losses had been lesser for the Adamantians. Because you had left the battlefield. You were king of Hara, which was not the richest nor the biggest land, but it was said to be the favorite kingdom of Adrik, the hateful god of war. With man-slaughtering Adrik as your mentor, you loomed over the battlefield, kin of panic and terror. The kind to freeze the body and dim a soul from a mere glance.

You had left because of an insult to your heart and god. To your status as a warrior of carnage and yet a protector of your people. The leader of the Valentian armies, lesser then heroes, greater then men- a purely political choice- had taken some of your women, both in beautiful spoils of war and the fair ones from your kingdom. So you had stepped out. After all, the Adamantians hadn't done anything to piss you off.

That was until the leader apologised and begged for you to save them and push the Adamantians back to their wall. He didn't convince you with gifts. Your scared people were enough, from soldiers to servants, all were frightened of what would happened if the Adamantians got to them.

City of Adamantios, front wall.

The women and most important political men watched from the high structure as the battle went on. Looks of both worry and hope etched everywhere as they saw their brothers, fathers and sons push back the enemy. Kalisto was holding her step-sister Sophia's hand, wife to her brother, Alcio.

That was until they heard screams of agony and cries of pain. They saw your red-stained spear move before even seeing them fall. You were walking, then running among the ranks, slaying and killing anyone in your path. And then they saw Alcio stand proudly before you. He was noble and strong, but not enough. They watched as he laid motionless on the ground.

Everyone stopped for a second, expecting you to rob him of his armor and despoil his body, as happens in war. But you didn't. You threw your spear to the ground, not from surrender, but from sorrow. Sorrow for the one true warrior you had ever met. They watched as you leaned down and hoisted his body up. Watched as you moved towards the walls, not to be let in, not to burn, but maybe, just maybe, to restore. Watched as you screamed for both allies and foes to get out of your way- which they did, with fear of you. Fear of the loud-battle cry that could ring trough your troath like a thousand shields crashing skulls.

Kalisto and Sophia quickly ran down the stairs, watching with a turmoil of emotions as the doors slowly opened. Perhaps, they could hope you would respect Kalisto's brother and Sophia's husband enough to restore his body with an honor rarely given to any men.