The Rise Of Natria The Tyrant

1. The Day It Happened

[8th November, 1939, Hamildan, Barancia HQ, Avenriot]

Inside the Barancia Headquarters, cries of mercy echoes, only to be silenced a moment later.

"Please don't kill my children.! They have nothing to do with this, they are kind souls!" a man cries, clinging to his master of fate. His two children stand still, too naïve to understand, yet they too could feel the tension. His supposed master of fate, dressed in the army uniform, badges adorned his shoulders, gave him a sinister grin.

"Kind you say. Perhaps, they deserve a good place." the master said.

"Yes, you can give me any punishment you want. Please, let my children go." the man stuttered.

"Oh, of course, I will. These are kind souls..." the master said in a reassuring voice.

"I shall guide them personally." said the master as his hand went in his pocket.

"Oh, thank you. How could I ever pay this debt of yours?" cried the man.

"Don't worry, you don't need to,or more correctly, you wouldn't be able to." said the master.

"Pardon! My lord?" asked the man, his face reflecting his confusion.

The master held out his hand holding an Astra 600.

"Kind souls? I might as well guide you to heaven then." said the master nonchalantly, as he drilled holes of bullets through the three.

Their lifeless bodies fall, making a feeble thud, in their pool of crimson.

"Long live, Lord Natria!" shouted a man(soldier) as he entered the room.

His eyes saw the four bodies, lying lifeless, their bodies no longer bearing the warmth of living, nothing new. The soldier bowed in front of his Lord.

"Oh, General Caft, what a lovely coincidence. What brings you here?" asked Natria.

"Lord Natria! The Germans have been reduced to cinder in Chemnitz, the land is ours!" announced Caft as he bowed.

"Kill any survivors, be it children or women. Prepare the forces on the South of Karsen, let's take our land back from the Narchasians, we are ready." ordered Natria.

The General obliged.

Good people? Innocents? These concepts held no longer meaning for the man, for whom stood before him was the one, the cruelest, the most brutal man in all of Europe, the first dictator of Avenriot, Natria the Tyrant!

[17th August, 1917, Annarack, Nao, Avenriot]

"Oh, blessing from the Roh, himself, it's a boy!" the midwife cried.

"A boy!" Natria cried. She couldn't have been any happier, she always wanted a boy.

"A boy!" cried Flohelm. The man danced about the tiny room in joy. He hugged and kissed Natria. The couple sang in joy.

"What would be his name?" the midwife asked.

Natria motioned the midwife to hand her the child, she kissed his forehead. With a smile on her face, she said, "Barchen, the son of Roh himself, the one who engulfed the darkness, conquered fear, itself."

"Such a lovely name, yes, Barchen de'Manor!" cried Flohelm, tears of joy coming from his eyes.

"Vahana, you truly are a luck woman, your presence blessed us with a boy. Demand what you want!" announced Flohelm to the midwife.

The midwife clapped her hands in joy, it truly was a wonderful day for everyone.

"If it isn't too much to ask, I would like 50kgs of rice and wheat each." said Vahana in a feeble voice unsure if this was the correct thing to ask.