A Lost Rebel

[Tee-Tree 22]

 

Kratos lay in a bed outstretched and in pain, his body ached even though his wounds were treated a long time ago. The only thought on Kratos' mind was how easy it would be to unlatch his crossbow and send a bolt through his head, each city knew his name "The Rebel" Killing himself would be better than getting caught by Oren and killed in a horrid way by their hand.

 

but Killing himself now would bring dis-honor to his family name, after all he was all that stood for them. Kratos' family had been around since early Auslon when they first arrived. Their hatred for Oren first started when the "Holy Oren Empire" attacked their home city "Enismor" A peaceful little city and a growing one. The Family evacuated the city and had a child, later that child joined the Oren military. His son was Kratos, Kratos never knew his father simply because his mother hid themselves away after his father spoke out against the "Holy Oren Empire" after they had successfully raided a small settlement.

 

Kratos had no mother, He had gotten up one day and left her for the better good. He did not know where his mother was now, But he thought it was safe to assume that she was dead.

 

Kratos lay his arm across his forehead, relaxing his head as he tilted it back. Darkhaven was out of the picture now, it was long gone and the power that guarded it was too great to take down with what little he had. A new journey was calling for him now and he did not want to mess up this meeting with the dwarven king again, but it was not Kratos that spoke out against Oren or summoned their power when they were at the meeting.

 

Maybe one day, Kratos would see Darkhaven again but he would not claim it for himself

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