I do not have a title on this little story yet, but this is the first part:
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On October the 26th, the boy Atlusi was born. Born to be the king of southern Jerhou, he had a strict childhood. Trained every day.
He must be stronger than every enemy he would ever come to encounter. He must not be small, but countries wide stretched over half of the world would be nothing, but a curbing minion to this boy.
When he became a man, and childhood ended, he was not the weak fragment of his father that his men although fought.
His father were never weak, but in comparision to the lands he possessed, so it was said.
However, this young man, Jerhou, had seen "friends" occur as foes when his father did not see, or try to ignore it.
But so it was, he possessed inheritance that he could not keep for himself without men of his looting it or consume what was not theirs on their conditions.
It was a sad story, and lands that once been stable had now begun to fall apart.
Jerhou left what would come to be his kingdom, but sworn to take it back when he had mastered his powers within, and when that was succeeded, no mercy would be shown to those who had walked past lines of morals and commitment.
A kingdom rose to become his adversary, in the south, while he was not bidden welcome in the north, nor in the east or the countries there the sun goes at night.
He became an unspoken word, his name not mentioned, but his absence from the throne was legible, especially as his father no longer was in power, but had been throwed out by his men and was now not more worth than the poor...
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That was the first part, if I will continue to work on this or not be due to whether you liked it or not. So comments and tips is greately appreciated.