Chapter -1 The Unwanted Times After a long battle with the army of the Wild. The Men of King Zod Alzhar were finally resting after defending their land. He went back to his chamber with a bucket full of wine and women full of desire. Every man of the army was celebrating that night except one man. They called him the Butcher, their Lord of the army, he was the cruelest man, but fortunately, he got the most beautiful wife in the City of Vakar. The Army of King Zod was known as the army of Almitia. One fine noon, few days after the battle, the King was having a meeting with his officials. In the Royal House Court of Castle HighStone, the king's four most important officials were present that day. King asked Ojale Brax (Master of Treasure), "Why are we not able to fulfill the needs of our city?" " My King, I have sent people to collect taxes to the other parts of the empire, they'll come after two dawns." Ojale replied, "Don't make me feel guilty Ojale that I made you Master of Treasure." The King said, " I would never make you feel guilty my King." Ojale replied with a scared white face. The Butcher stood and said, "My king, I would like to say something. We have their thousands of prisoners and bloody five of their army chiefs. We can go to those far lands and trade them for their kingdom, money, and damn food." With a little chuckle, Xian(Eye of Vakar ) interrupted and told him that "What the holy hell are you talking about? The great far lands of those wilds are the burning land of hell. It burns till the ashes remain, till the men die. Our soldiers have never been to the great far lands, they can't survive without enough food and water." The Butcher with a hard voice and a dead look said."Perhaps you should keep your suggestion to yourself ! We don't even know anything about you, I don't think you're worthy to be the eye of Vakar, and you don't worry about those wilds, I'll prefer the advice of Joan Merxi, the Keeper of Vakar and the zimari of the army belongs to him." King banging the table and said. "Enough! I don't give a damn about anything you all say. I want every Vakrani to be fed and be provided with the damn water." He said while looking at the Butcher " We ain't Butchers, we are noble people, we treat everyone as a human being. I give you time until tomorrow to find a solution. We have to do something till our Kingdom rebuilds, It'll take months to recover and we have very short of amount of food and drinkable water left and you both bloody fighting over a fucking shit!" Everyone stood up and said, " Al Hukam". That's what they say when they greet and leave. After saying this they all left the royal house court and went back to their work. Later the same day in the afternoon, the King was thinking with a glass of wine in one hand and the other on Zafrani Hookah, that he had given his word to the mother of the Butcher that he'd make sure that his son always fought for the kingdom. While thinking that a different thought came in his mind that he never told us why she said that so specifically to him before taking her last breath. Then King's most honored wife Noor Amariani enters in King's chamber. Noor Amariani was from a place, which was the Heaven of Janani, where no men ever stepped therefrom Vakar. Her name was Noor because her eyes were like the glittering star, she looked like a Goddess came with Gods wearing the traditional Varkana Samar. It is the noble cloth made for queens. She greeted the king "Al Hukam". The king asked Noor to sit, "My King the people are dying and started a rebellion. A small group of rebellion has occurred but we have the control of the situation." she said. " All right. Don't disturb me until somebody dies."He replied. Noor with a smirk on her face asked King "You look in a bad mood, what happened?" " Aah Nothing! Just thinking about my damn word given to someone." He said. Noor with anger look on her face said " In all this Chaos you are thinking about a bloody word you gave to someone. People are dying outside." "My queen with full respect I command you to leave me alone."He said. " As the king Commands Al hukam."Noor left. The same day during the evening the gusty winds blowing across the Empire. The Butcher was walking with his shield and his Royal Amixian Steel Sword. Only a few of these kinds are left. As he walks by the street, people started gossiping about his Cruel nature, cussed him by saying he's a man with a dead heart. The Butcher never give a damn to people bitching behind his back. He was a man who likes those who say things in front of him. As the butcher walks he was gone far outside from the city where he stopped near a Vakari Garrison, where he had wine and was just sitting there till the sun went down and the moon rose from its shadows. While going back to the city from Garrison, drunk like a mad demon, he found a person with a long white beard and very unusual clothes on him, wearing a white cloth wrapped around him, sitting on a stone and looking towards the sky. He asked the strange man" Who the holy hell are you're?" The Stranger replied in a calm voice" I'm a man of purpose." The butcher replied laughing" Oh bloody hell! Are you drunk, my friend? There is no purpose for anyone. Everybody dies in the end without taking anything with them, what they've earned throughout their bloody life, everything is just left here whenever the man dies. So what purpose do you talk about, huh?" The Stranger replied with a smile and a calm voice "Everything is for a purpose my friend, everything has a time." The Butcher asked, "Ahuh really? So, what's the purpose?" Whatever we do is a purpose, whatever we have is there for a purpose. Even burning like hell, the great far lands has a purpose. It's a puddle for poor and sea for clever." The Butcher didn't said anything just stared his eyes for a while and started walking back to the city. * To be continued *