Defying the Norm English

Europe

800 years ago ...

A bloody war.

Bodies on the ground, bathed in their own blood. It has been two days and the war continued without mercy.

A woman with no fear in her eyes is mercilessly killing the soldiers of Micandre. She was the only one who killed nearly a thousand Micandre soldiers.

She was callled, Ara, she's the warrior's King. She's one of the strongest warrior in their Kingdom.

She is the right hand of the King, considering, Ara, was born to protect the next King. When she was young she lived in a world of violence. She learned to stand on her own. She believe nothing but herself.

She mercilessly kills the enemies to satisfy her King.

Some of her comrade were wounded but still continued to fight.

How many soldiers have died in that war?That is incalculable in the amount of body lying on the ground. Bleeding. And both are devoid of lives. The Micandre soldiers are defeating they wanted to retreat but their King is unstoppable, he wanted to own the Kingdom of Vanwood.

Vanwood is about to succeed again but only a few remained standing,continuing to face death. Both are ready to face their path to defend their kingdom.

Shouts, grief mixed - mixed the grief of those who sacrificed their lives. Only Ara and the her comrades continued to stand and resist. Determined to consume all the enemies they also want to end. Because that was the order of the King of Vanwood.

‘Nothing shall be left’ the King commands

'I have to kill all the enemies,' Ara said in her mind as the sword she was holding struck the enemies who tried to end her.

It was a war between Micandre and Vanwood. Micandre wanted to take over Vanwood's palace so that they could rule forever.

Vanwood is the most powerful Kingdom and the King of Micandre wanted to rule them, to fall into his hands.

After the war starts, the soldiers of Micandre were ready to take over the palace but they did not expect to rain so many arrows with blazing fire on them.

A smirk came out of the lips of the King of Vanwood.

At last, Ara killed the King of Micandre without any wounds on her body but only a blood stain on the clothes obtained from the soldiers who were killed. Her sword also ended several lives.

Soldiers of Vanwood, shouted, a sign of their victory. Swords were raised in the air and shouted again. The war is over. The Kongdom of Vanwood succeeded.

Ara knelt on the ground in front of the palace. They won yet she is not satisfied.

She entered the palace to announce their victory to the King. A soldier guarding the palace door, he opened the door as soon as he saw the brave warrior, Ara.

Upon entering, the hall was wide and suffocating for Ara. In front of it is the King sitting on his throne while sipping red wine from the goblet he is holding. His gaze was fixed on the soldier who entered, Ara.

Slowly and without hesitation Ara walked closer to the King.

Five meters from the seated King. Kneel one foot, she bowed with respect.

"I want to announce our victory, My King," Ara politely told the King.

He sipped his drink before speaking.

"Good. You can leave," the King's voice answered sparingly and with a hint of coldness in his eyes. The King was feared by everyone, but not Ara.

Ara didn't bother to looked up the King and just stood up. She bowed before turning her back to the King. Ara avoids meeting his eyes. She didn't like the King's sharp looks at her every time their eyes met.