Chapter one

　　Earl Cuscox of Michigan arrives Alzhamera

　　On a bright sunny day on the 'month of draph' the land of Alzhamera was as it's always is; blissful, peaceful and quiet, the treeswere bright and blooming, the fruits full and ripe, it's a great time to be in Alzhamera but the underground of its land South East was never to be on the same mood 'The mines of Alzhamera'

　　"It's was a terrific journey I must say, the paths are getting better" says a bloat voice, "and the maidens have gotten more ripe" he laughed in the same tone, "am glad you enjoyed your journey, Earl Cuscox" the councillor of Alzhamera replied

　　You must feel proud trampling one of the traven maidens of my land on your way here, thought councillor of Alzhamera, But that would be adequately accounted for in due cost ' stretching his mouth to show a bit of smile in welcome of the earl' but more form the joy in his inner thoughts

　　"Welcome, welcome, you are highly welcome to the land of Alzhamera as always" he said while taking him up the stairs to the inner court room

　　"My son would also be arriving here on the later day if that's alright with you", a question that is sure of one answer for he does not expect his counterpart to say no it isn't alright and send the poor boy back home after days and weeks of journey, that would be catastrophic to their dealings

　　"He's highly welcomed too" smiled the councillor

　　"but if I may ask which of your son are you referring to, I can bear witness to the fact that you have more than one in your care" having full knowledge of which of the son that is set to arrive but still asking to make a point

　　Recalling the occurance of their last visit to the land of Alzhamera, which wasn't too delightful based on the event that took place between the earl's son and his daughter

　　With little bit of frown "am to meet with his majesty after my short visit here and whom am I to bring along in a journey so important,'Cussucex' of course you know very well he's my heir and more importantly my only legitimate son" the Earl grunted enphazing on 'his majesty' to indicate it as the purpose for the journey to be important.

　　"Then you shall not stay here too long since his majesty awaits" announced the councillor in a tone more like a decree than a statement

　　"Bring in the needful, able to last a few days" he continued, calling to his personal servants

　　"And set in haste our fine wine and the most beautiful of women we have on our care, for we have an important guest" and they went in their different groups to perform the tasks given, this seemed to have calmed the earl down

　　'For at the mention of the word 'women' all tension is dissolved.

　　"Your hospitality is greatly appreciated councillor" he said, craving for the women promised; for his first encounter with a woman after he's long journey hadn't gone too well,

　　'Heh...heh' the Councilor smiled inwardly in realization that all is going according to plan.

　　Royal Halls of Alzhamera

　　Back at the royal halls of Alzhamera, the air was raving against the yards of the beautiful flowers and the plants danced to its tune

　　The land looked worthy of admiration and praise, for these are the last base on where the results of the sweats and blood of the savages give wealth to

　　One which Delia have always despair all her waking days and can't wait to be cutted off from, and like she always says "a human is a human and never less a human"

　　But as with all worlds and in all times the power has always corrupted the powerful and make them have a view that it's logically right to trample on the weak and weary 'like an insect gets smashed without a cause'.

　　"You have to, I don't really believe this, why do you have to act this way always, you have always brought shame to your father's honour you have to" pleadingly Matta, wife to the councillor of Alzhamera asks her daughter

　　"My friends all feel am a joke of a mother, what have I done to deserve this, why can't you just behave like all other maidens of status" Matta continued, "What have the poor apples trees done to you?"

　　Delia picks up the thousandth arrow, trying her best to concentrate on the shot so as not to miss her thousandth shot, thereby breaking her previous record but felt her ear numb from the constant words jabbing of her mother

　　'Clankkk' -'swrrrr' the sound of iron

arrow head

clashing against his helmet and an arrow passing by to further hit it's main target on the the vineyard

　　Dashing sidewards in late reaction to the arrow which has already passed, he looked down far back in bewildered shock to see the Councilor wife in awe and Delia in an iron fist stare at him

　　"The next one goes into your head If you ever lay a hand on Belitrus ever again" she called out to him

　　He looked at the angle of which Delia shot the arrow from and noticed the arrow after hitting his helmet not only changed the direction of it but also the force to get to the target ' an apple' and fear grope his heart

　　Mother and daughter, both different in many ways and alike in little, 'Delia the archress of Alzhamera', as known far and beyond the lands on Alzhamera and throughout the Dynasty

　　'The rebellious maiden of Alzhamera' she is also often called

　　"Cussusex, son of Earl Cuscox of Michigan have arrived" a guard announced to Delia and the councillor wife at the hallway

　　"Oh dear, why would you shoot your arrow at your father's honoured warrior, you would have never touched this dangerous equipment meant for our warriors, now you are gone so far, who's going to take your hands in marriage, 'oh kraken save us' from this shame"

　　The mines of Alzhamera

　　Oh human oh you man,

　　flesh are you made of,

　　bones do you stand on,

　　all the same are we all

　　But so different are they all

　　Savages shall we call them

　　Death we shall give them

　　The solemn songs of the dynasty, the tunes of justification of the blood tasty, the inhumanisation of the savagers to the glory of the dynasty, is a tale told far and wide.

　　The mines of Alzhamera', one of the many mines of the dynasty, where the blood and sweat of the savagers are turned into pure wealth and the power of the dynasty are built on

　　Little to no wonder why a man of such status 'Earl of Michigan' would visit a lower status councillor; savage business would be enough reason for this since his land hosts one of the mines of the dynasty, though a small one compared to the others around the dynasty

　　"Goth, you pig of the lowest slum, better keep moving or taste the power of my whip" ' sllissh..' he whipped his back on saying this, adding a fresh bloody mark on savage Goth's back.

　　"Arghh" shouted Goth in pain as he falls on the floor with the load of flaurixe ore "be sure to lose your life before you lose the flixe you savage pig!" the mine guard shouted again

　　Other savagers looking not too different from Goth carrying their own load of flaurixe ore continued working as they passed by, going through the tunnels of the mine minding their business, for to speak against a mine guard is to be sent to the last chamber, 'the chamber of no return' the savagers usually calls it.

　　For fear is a tool on the oppressed, that he may see no way even when there is one, and no hope even at a clear escape.

　　The mines, the place of work and toiling in sweat and blood for the savagers and also their home of wait on either of three paths; to be sent to the last chamber, to be chosen for the coliseum battles or to keep struggling each and every day in the mines, 'no other alternatives' have they always think of their situation.

　　Long after the mine guard was gone, Goth laid there on the floor trying not to move much so he doesn't exhaust himself more or strain the bleeding wound on his back, all he managed to do was crawl to the side of the mine to avoid other savagers and guards trampling on him.

　　"Take and get a hold of your self" said a fellow frail looking savage, breaking a bread from his little share, offering to Goth, feeble, hungry and almost fainting, Goth the savage took the bread, thanking his helper in a low inaudible tone

　　But not noticing the mischievous smile of the savage his helper nor foreseeing his impending doom.

　　"That's 'Elias the kind poison' you are receiving food from" heard Goth faintly as he was about to eat the bread, wide awake 'his eyes shot up', fiercely and speedily his newfound strength flowed through him, for the word 'Elias' was a definite trigger,one which no one whishes to experience

　　For Elias was known by his murdering technique: _approaching his hapless target in a subtle manner, acting all goodwilled, generous and kind then poisoning his target when they least expected it, and then striping his dead victim of flaurixe ore to be submitted or his possessions

　　The unknown savage came rushing to his rescue while Goth knowing how close Elias is to him reached out to retrieve his dagger-like iron in his waist buckle

　　"Ahhhhh..."he cried out, finding out too late that his weapon have already been taken from him and used to stab his left shoulder, a near miss to the initial target 'his heart'

　　'Elias smiled widely exposing some of his rotten teeth "too bad he came to interrupt our fun blood-less session, got no choice now than to take it the hard painful way" referring to Goth heart

　　"Ahh...hmmm" he continued cryimg loud at the feel of the pains, holding his shoulder where the dagger-like iron remained