Old FireHands Legend

You might expect that this legend starts already with a great man, well … it doesn’t. The legend starts with two young brothers barely earning their living on the outskirts of a city deep within the Camze deserts. They were barely earning a living, but they were happy. They were always looking out after each other because they only had each other in that cruel world.

They didn’t always earn their living by playing fair, as they discovered it doesn’t always pay to be honest. The older brother, used to go to the market square of the city and “find” money from unsuspecting travelers, the younger, went to all taverns and entertain people with his music, played from the bottom of his heart. They spent the evenings together, laughing and joking under the sky…

But the times changed and so did the world: a war begun. The Dark Forces advanced towards the home-city of the two brothers. The city didn’t stand a chance so it surrendered itself. The Dark Forces slowly entered the city bringing with them despair and darkness. Only a little light was there to bring hope in that sea of despair, the little brother was still singing and filling the hearts of people with hope of a better future. The new leader of that town, the general of the Dark Forces, needed to have full control over the city, so when he heard the story that a little boy was singing stories about a hero that will bring peace and light…he got furious and ordered the boy to be killed.

The older brother was walking in the market square looking for travelers in that faithful day when he saw people gathering around in the middle of the market square. “What’s all this commotion about ?” he thought so he made his way through the crowd gathered. When he saw what happened : his heart broke into a million pieces. He ran as fast as he could to the lifeless body of his brother…tears were dropping on the ground as he held his dear brother tightly…

“Why ?!! WHYYY ?!” he yelled. Then he saw the culprit : A huge orc carrying the insignias of the Dark Army and with his sword still smeared with blood…. It was the same general that ordered his brother to be killed, the men he sent after the boy couldn’t touch the boy that sung so beautifully, so he did it himself …

“You won’t get away with this … NEVER !” the older brother thought while still crying and holding the younger one close to him. Revenge was the only thing he could think of in that moment ….

Months have passed since that day. The older brother was now a thief, a spy for the Dark Army, he put those days behind him, or so it seemed … The Dark Leaders sent a message to the orc general, the large orc turned pale as he finished reading the note. He received the note when he went to advance in ranks the older brother for his “loyalty” to the cause…when the older brother saw the orcs face he sheated his dagger, there was another way of doing things… The general threw the note into the fire and stormed out of the room together with all of the other people present there. When the brother saw only himself in the room he quickly threw his arm into the fire getting the note. The note didn’t take much damage, he could read what it was inside … “Battle plans … they are planning to invade Engelar itself !” he said outloud. “ I must get this to the king !” he thought, but he knew that the note wasn’t enough to prove that there was going to be an attack … he already got that figured out …

Old FireHands Legend

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