The ‘king’s’ champion was an able man. He forced himself at the Nephilim and caught him off guard. Brought to his knees, Kendra held up his blade to parry a blow to his head. Catching his weapon at both ends he forced it against the champion knocking him back into the ‘king’.
“I yield,” cried Drakmera, incapacitated by the limp body of the champion.
“You dog, you know I keep a code of honour. I shall not kill you but take you back as a captive to King Baran and see what he shall do with you.”
The rest of the defenders, seeing their leader captured, lost heart and dropped their weapons.
In ropes bound about him Drakmera was taken before King Baran, the ruler of the southern most city state of the Aramaens. That day Baran had him executed as the usurper he had tried to be.
Kendra looked to the needs of his men that evening and his son.
Chelnuk now had a wife and was expecting his fourth child. They had completely taken over Kendra’s old quarters and he instead had a smaller room with just a bed that was never slept in a desk and chair.
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The Twenty Four
FantasyAs he was being birthed in the Bosom, Kendra was fated to be at war with his own kind. His ancestors, the Twenty Four, were good angels who had been deceived into creating progeny that would eventually be at war with all of the 'giants in the earth'...
