The Genesis of Thunder
A great while ago, when the world was chock-full of wonders, tragedies, miracles, miseries .. in a way, as it stands before us today, in the province of Halcyonia lived the righteous King Avanchel in his kingdom of tranquil. All was well; the farmers, the labourers, the knights, the barons, the guardsmen, the craftsmen, the officials, all of them were content and living a peaceful life. Perokmol, the wise local sage however, had predicted a negative shift in the kingdom's long drawn fortunes which the people would succumb to. However, the people had ridiculed him, stating that he was never a benefactor of the King's capability and rectitude.
But, tragedy struck the kingdom soon as the sage had foreseen. One day, King Avanchel's front-line lookouts informed him about a massive buildup in the vicinity; evil sorcerer Raketa had summoned all her proponents for a ceremony which ennobled her as the supreme leader of all sorcerers. King Avanchel began to think about the possible reasons for this, but his courtiers mocked the lookout's jive, stating that they had no need to contemplate about minor activities of an evil sorcerer when peace was traversing each nook and cranny of King Avanchel's kingdom. Hence the King dissolved the issue brought up.
However, Raketa and her patrons had indeed gathered for a purpose, an evil one. They had built up a whole army, replete with warlocks, mages, club-swingers, barbarians, wizards and conjurers from across the country. Raketa had announced that she would soon become the most powerful person ever seen, and with that she and her army, demonic instincts in mind, started marching across the country, plundering treasuries, torturing, toppling thrones, raiding and pillaging every home in sight. Having heard of this from several lookouts, the King and a few of his courtiers were worried. The King, afraid of being too complacent, sought to alert his troops, but the other group of courtiers, insisted that no witch or sorcerer could touch his kingdom. King Avanchel was in two minds, but he decided to strengthen his borders and ordered reinforcements.
The time had come, Raketa having conquered and destroyed much of the south had turned her focus to the north, and on the way came King Avanchel's peaceful realm that was now on her target. Catapults, mages, rams ambushed the walls of King Avanchel's kingdom, and his few thousand guardsmen were totally overwhelmed by the millions of troops Raketa had managed to gather. The King and his advisers, totally unaware of the magnitude were shocked. The King's courtiers fled as the evil army cut inroads to the core of the kingdom.
The King, left alone in his palace watched from his window as fires and destruction raged on at the horizon. There was no time left. He sat on his knees, looked up at the sky and closed his eyes. He had never imagined that evil Raketa would strike even when his kingdom had never come in her way. He opened his eyes and was left astonished. It was raining, it was a thunderstorm, there were a hundred cannons, shooting exploding balls of fire at the evil. Thunder was here.
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