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guard went in the throne room. King He then quickly jumped onto the horse. towards the delivery post, straightening jumbled up, trying to sort out
Cyrus was on the throne, his face as “Hey,captain what’s the rush?” Darius up his body – just a few more moments everything. ‘Why am I wanted? What
impassive as ever and with a posture suppressed a sigh as he heard the an- before he could take a well deserved have I done wrong? What now?’ were
that screamed ‘power’. His father was noying voice of one of his men, Feroze. rest. He waited impatiently as the man the questions that ran in his head. ‘For
to the king’s right, passive and loyal. “Work, Feroze,” he replied in his most in front of him checked his scrolls. Then now, to Bagdad – I must get as far as I
“Your Majesty,” Darius schooled his stoic voice. “Work or are you going off the man looked up – freezing for a mere can from the Persian territory.’ Darius
features and kneeled down in front of to see some pretty girl, eh cap?” Feroze second before looking down again. It was confident in his own navigation
the king. “ Rise,” the king’s deep, wiggled his eyebrows playfully and would have been missed if he wasn’t skills, and turned the horse sharply
authoritative voice rang loud in the Darius suppressed the urge to cut it off. trained to catch for these signs, he towards south.
room. “I have an urgent task for you.” “Wait-” “I do not understand why I am started to feel suspicious as the man ‘It wasn’t supposed to be like this,’
The king shifted his position and continuing to listen to his blabber.’ “–if led him to the resting quarter. He saw was the thought that ran into his mind.
brought out a small scroll.” War is upon you’re in uniform it means you’re doing five men following him, hiding The following days were filled with
us,” he said. “So soon sire?” They had a delivery, oh Ahura! The captain is themselves in corners. ‘What is going violent sandstorms and after that, the
just finished a war months ago, and delivering the message himself, how on?’ He felt confused, before noting a sky was covered in red, covering the
Darius did not look forward to another cool is that I–” Feroze’s rant was cut off poster on the wall, ‘wanted – dead or stars. Without the stars, Darius was lost.
one. “Yes, this time with the Massagetae. by the sound of flicked reign and alive – imperial order.’ He felt his world He rode aimlessly, praying that he was
It seems we could not take this one on galloping. “Hey cap! Wait–” Darius froze and like a slow running picture he going the correct way. Then he heard
our own.” There was a slight regretful zoned Feroze’s sound off and rode off. saw the man leading him widen his the sound of hooves ‘Bandits.’ He
tone to the kings voice, Cyrus was not As he reached the city gates he came eyes. He had no doubt seen Darius’ cursed and quickly stopped his horse,
one who liked to ask for help. “I will face to face with the scene of the ongoing sigh, he saw the five other men rushing trying to use the sand as cover. He knew
send our fastest rider, Ar-” “No,” the desert and the sting of the sand in his out of the corner and his world became that in his condition, he could never win
king cut him off before he could finish. eyes. Darius gave a sigh ‘This would be normal again. Darius sent a punch at against them. ‘It seems that God has
“He is not the fastest rider yet.” The a long trip.’ He put the face cloth and the first man’s jaw knocking him abandoned me,’ he thought bitterly as
king’s glance towards him was a simple hood on and rode into the desert. unconscious, he swept his leg in a the bandits got closer, clearly heading
enough message. “Ofcoure sire. I will It was a five days long of no sleep, sweeping motion bringing the second his way. He went into a fighting stance,
leave right away.” Darius gave the king dried food and boiling sun. It would have one down, punching the other three in his knives in his hands. ‘If I am going to
a quick bow and with a grunt from the taken a normal messenger seven days, the gut. This happened in five seconds. die, I will die fighting,’ he thought as he
king, he quickly left the room. but Darius hadn’t slowed down at all, Darius rushed towards a horse before sliced away another bandit’s head; the
Darius strapped his horse’s saddle stopping only to change the horse at riding on it. He was out of the city in sound of squelching blood and breaking
tightly, checking his knives and procession. each station. Darius rode tiredly less than ten minutes, his mind was bones sounded pleasant to his ears. He