Lord Bronchu

IN A TOWER UNDER THE SOIL OF THE LEVANDER KINGDOM

The tower was circular and made with a unique kind of purple metal which provided a solid cover for protection. The group of the five noble warriors was assembled for their meeting in the main room of the tower located on the top floor. Their leader, the tall, muscular Shakara, stood in the middle with the map of the Levander Kingdom laying on the circular table. His name was Bronchu lorrental. They called him 'Lord Bronchu' the Shakara hero.

"Finally, we are about to get justice. We have sent the blade in the entire kingdom. Now it is up to them to run away and let us rule or stay and embrace the death they deserve for their deeds. Lets now continue our discussion on our plan for the mass murder," said the leader.

"Lord Bronchu before we go further, I would like to say that I stick with my opinion that killing innocent Livans would do no good. The people responsible for our current condition have paid their debt," said one of the Shakara soldier.

"That is the thing, Jason. You don't know what is good for you. That is why I have served this tribe with all my heart for the last twenty years. This throne right there means that I have earned this responsibility. So I must complete the responsibility," said Lord Bronchu pointing at the throne present in the front end.

"Lord Bronchu, I am sorry to say but you have lost your sight. You are no longer the hero you used to be. Killing people who were not responsible for our condition! I have to say what you are doing is as bad as what Hugo did. Maybe even worse," said Jason with all his heart.

But Bronchu did not like his remark. He felt that he did not want justice for the tribe and was coming in the way of his master plan. He got so angry that he lost control over himself. He took out his sword from his sheath. It was also purple in colour, larger and looked stronger than ordinary swords. He held him in the air by his neck with one hand and in the other he held his vigorous sword. He took the sword and started cutting his face with it. If it was a regular sword it would have led to two minor cuts but this peculiar sword burst his face open. He then threw Jason o the floor. "Trekker, Valter, Trevor. I hope you don't have anything to say." The other three Shakara soldiers stood in amazement as they saw the leader they worshipped killing his fellow for having a different opinion. They were starting to realise that their leader had lost his way.