Chapter one

His sword felled them both with one mighty swing. They fell to the ground dropped dead. He stood amass the dead corpses, the air reeked with the metallic scent of blood. He'd realized it now as he heard the voice from afar.


"Naught such a hero now, are ye,man? Hail the great emperor Lyall for he has fallen at last." He said in a mocking tone.


O Cleirigh looked up.
"A hero? Always. For a man who believes in his ideals,norms and principles and does not shift the winds of fortune, will always be remembered as such."

Lachlan took fast strides towards him, hitting him. Hard.

He fell to the ground feeling the searing pain rush through him as a slight smile made its way to his lips.

"Aye? Ye seemed as Crabbit as ye hae always been, right lad? Tsk, tsk, tsk, such a fine lad!" O Cleirigh said mockingly.


"Aye, ye hae never haed a bad memory old chap.Indeed, A must...fer a must grant thee that. Hail emperor Lyall O Cleirigh!" He retorted spitefully.

O Cleirigh could clearly see the resentment in his eyes and couldn't help reminisce past memories. This... Lachlan? They used to be best of friends. They did everything together, planned together, went to war together and often came back victorious. They seldom lost any battle for they always had each other's backs but now...Now, at this moment he'd lost a friend very precious due to a thirst for fame and power. He could vividly remember that treacherous day...a day when his closest ally turned to the dark side.


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They stood side by side amidst a battle so vile yet fierce.


Somehow they had known it would come to this.Indeed, they've fought. They've fought so ferociously and yet they seemed neverending.
They both knew, for the one they fought wasn't just some rival or King, he was indeed a Lord. One feared by many and had never been defeated. One who was very well experienced when it came to battle, who was rich in knowledge and every onslaught known to man and yet known to be so vile yet cunning. This was Cromwell, a man who never accepted defeat.

Known by everyone to be a revolutionist, Cromwell has reigned for decades conquering kingdoms, building revolutions and gaining armies so powerful, could destroy an entire nation in a heartbeat.


"Lang time nae see m' emperor." Cromwell strode forward an evil grin donning his lips.


Lanclan stepped forward ready to do battle but was held back by O Cleirigh.


"Indeed General Cromwell, it's been dunky's since a last saw ye." Lyall replied taking a step forward.


"Aye Lyall, aye, it's indeed been quite a while since we've spoken old lad. Why don't ye take a seat so we could chat."





Indeed Cromwell's accent was fluent for he had travelled, indeed he had. He had travelled far beyond the borders of Scotland and on certain occasions mixed with the British and Americans. The same went for Lyall for he being an emperor had also travelled far and wide across the vast world and was well up to date with various languages including English of which he knew the appropriate time to put to use.


"Forgive me General for a must. A simply can't chat with ye right noo fer a hae more important matters tae deal with." He said pulling his sword from it's sheath.






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Scottish words used in this chapter...


Aye-yes
A-I
Ye-you
Lad-boy or young man
Dunky-damp, Misty
Lang-long
Nae-no
M'-my
Crabbit-temper
Hae-have
Haed-had

Chapter end