D. C. N Stories

Hills of black awaited, luring me to the distant battle ground, taking me back to that dreadful night that forever changed the history of Zaza. From afar, I could see their spears and swords. Ghost of the past fought on the grounds, digging their heel into sodden soil as metal clashed against metal.
The brave warriors of Zaza led by the Army General Cyril and the crown prince of Zaza fought valiantly at the hill of Omen to stop the forces of the enemies from gaining entry into the city. The king along with his family had fled the capital of Zaza and had taken refuge in the mountains. Brock had sent a handful of soldiers along with them to protect them while a lookalike soldier was made to sit on the throne in order to confuse the enemy.
“Brock, I’ve received a letter from your father that you should take the royal battalion and head west to fortify the city.” Cyril said as he mounted his horse, sword in his hands waiting to ride off with his men to continue the battle.
He was already in the city when he noticed that it was a trap, there was a mole in their midst. He had quickly turned back his horse and with a fast speed he and his men had ridden back towards the mountain where his family were taking refuge...

Colinas negras aguardavam, atraindo-me para o distante campo de batalha, levando-me de volta àquela noite terrível que mudou para sempre a história de Zaza. De longe, eu podia ver suas lanças e espadas. Fantasmas do passado lutavam no terreno, cravando os calcanhares no solo encharcado enquanto o metal se chocava contra o metal.
Os bravos guerreiros de Zaza, liderados pelo General do Exército Cyril e pelo príncipe herdeiro de Zaza, lutaram valentemente na colina de Omen para impedir que as forças inimigas entrassem na cidade. O rei, junto com sua família, havia fugido da capital de Zaza e se refugiado nas montanhas. Brock enviou um punhado de soldados com eles para protegê-los, enquanto um soldado sósia foi colocado no trono para confundir o inimigo.
“Brock, recebi uma carta do seu pai dizendo que você deve levar o batalhão real e seguir para o oeste para fortificar a cidade.” disse Cyril enquanto montava em seu cavalo, espada em mãos, esperando para partir com seus homens e continuar a batalha.
Ele já estava na cidade quando percebeu que era uma armadilha, havia um traidor entre eles. Rapidamente, ele virou seu cavalo e, com grande velocidade, ele e seus homens cavalgaram de volta em direção à montanha onde sua família estava refugiada...