_Axeemah_

In the palace of YHÀKÁDÈI, Thesra was taken away on the day she was born. Her mother was killed by the feared sword, iheassai, a weapon that guarantees certain doom. Nearly twenty years later, a shaman brings her back home, shrouded in mystery. The king, eager to ensure her safety, organizes a contest to select four worthy guardians. Josephus Noah, a young man with a cursed soul, is among them.

As Thesra and her guardians grow closer, they face palace intrigue, hidden agendas, and the looming threat of Zagaroth, her cunning uncle. His love for his son, the living dead confined to a jar, drives his actions. When a coup erupts, they must flee, sacrificing one of their own in the process. Pursued by Zagaroth's relentless vendetta, they seek refuge with a trusted guardian. But even among their allies, treachery lurks. As they navigate the treacherous landscape of palace politics, they discover hidden strengths, forge unbreakable bonds, and unravel the mysteries of their past. Join Thesra and her companions on a magical journey of loyalty, adventure, and self-discovery.

Rise of the Royal Blue Jaoji - Iheasssai Sword

Go! Leave for the contest and never return, you good for nothing son. I never want to set my eyes on your face again. 


Joz could still hear his fathers hurtful words ring in his ears. 


"Its a fang's destiny that I must follow." 


As a fang Joz was brought up in a world where family meant merely blood. Having nothing to lose, it was either he won the contest, or died while trying. 


He rubbed his eyes and looked at the men all sound asleep. Eldermar was sleeping with his mouth wide open. 


It was an ugly sight, with the beard and all. 


"How could someone look this ugly while they sleep. A girl for crying out loud." Joz smiled somewhat a short laugh, he realized this and in less than a second. He wore his stone face again. 


The men rose with the early morning sun and made their way into the royal training ground. Where they were asked to line up and wait for Zagaroth. 


They were split into two batches, group A and B. 


Group A to go through the first test, and Group B were sent back to their rooms till the next day. 


"Make way! Make way!! The great Zagaroth is making his way into the training ground. Show your respects. 


 "Brave warriors." Zagaroth began swiftly. 


"Without further ado, I'll dive right in as we have guests waiting." He gave a toothless grin. 


"The first challenge is a surprise for all, it is a test of strength and agility. You all shall face off against trollins." He continued so casually. 


(Trollins are vicious creatures, half human half beasts. But exceptionally loyal to the king.) 


Zagaroth indeed had a morbid fascination with evil. 


"Tro...to...trollins?" A man asked with a stammer. 


"Oh dear beloved soldiers, the trollins were kind enough to sacrifice their lives for the princess. You should be willing to do the same right soldiers?" 


"What do you mean by sacrificing our lives?" Another man inquired. 


"How dare you talk back to Zagaroth?!" Hogalbar yelled with his sword at the man's neck, ready to behead him. 


"Sheath your sword Hogalbar, we wouldn't want anything to happen to our soldiers just yet, now would we?" Zagaroth sarcastically asked with a huge grin. "As I was saying, slay or be slayed...Hogalbar will take care of things from here." He added. 


"Take special care of our soldiers, especially those who give you too much trouble." 


The great Zagaroth is leaving the training ground show your respects! 


All the men bowed, after which they were led to a battle ground. It wasn't like the average battle ground, this one was enclosed. With one door on both sides, one for a man and the other for a trollin. 


There was no escape from this nightmare. The only way to win was for one to kill his opponent. Every man had to face off against one trollin within thirty minutes, failure to defeat ones opponent would lead to execution of both. 


The men looked at one another with eyes full of questions, which they could not yet put into words. Braver men stepped forward with swords in hand. 


"One more thing, there's no use of magic or weapons. Its all about strength." Hogalbar emphasized. "You are to drop your wands, medallions, bracelets and swords." 


"What about those bloody mining idiots? Its not like they can drop their strength." A man pointed out. 


"Oh! Dear, I guess the fangs aren't only strong, but lucky too. I'm just following orders here, so don't you dare question me!" 


They are being biased the men thought. 


"With that taken care of, let the battle begin." Hogalbar declared.


A BATTLE OF LIFE AND DEATH