Terrafertilis
“Weep this dusk my friend, not for your family long gone, nor for the death that awaits, but for the heart of that man. Him whom owns the morning sky blue and the night sky black. Him whom has seen his brethren fall, kingdoms crumble. Weep and then dry your tears my friend, for now you march under the banner of that man. Him whom owns the blue and the black.”
-The Emperor’s colours by Cahve Al Mainder
PROLOGUE
The war drums were banging, as I stared at the blue and black banner before me.
This can't be good. I thought. I looked down at the legion marching below me on the road surrounded by forests, from my camp site on a high cliff. I took a bite out of my bread and turned to nudge the man behind me “Sensei, sensei. Wake up, sensei!” I bellowed, very close to his ear. The old man sat up abruptly, his long white beard flying all around him.
“What? Where?” he mumbled, before collapsing back into his sheets with a great big snore.
I sighed and stood up, walking to our water supply to fill a mug full of water. I walked back to my grizzled old sensei and remorselessly dropped the cold water on his face while saying “Wake up! It's morning already you lazy old goat!”
The old man spat the water out of his mouth and rose into a sitting position. While rubbing his eyes and stretching he asked me “What? May I repeat! What?! Is so darn begotten important that you had to wake me up?”
I took hold of his hand a literally dragged him to the edge of the cliff, and pointed at the blue and black legion.
“What do you make of that?”
He struggled to see what I was pointing at; when he finally found it his eyes widened.
I repeated my question. He looked up at me and said: “Trouble.”
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