Chapter 67. The Annals of History

CYRUS

“Now what?” Esos asks. “We were not expecting this. Two instead of one. The universe has surely surprised us.”

“Indeed, two sons who look exactly like each other,” I nod in agreement.

“What shall they be called, husband?” My wife’s question makes me wonder. There is no Iridian name I can think of which suits this occasion except…

“Ragzal and Dragzal. That is what they will be called.” I say, and turn to look at my wife whose brows are raised, a clear testament to her wonderment. “The one you hold is Ragzal, for he is endeared to his mother. And this one in my arms, the firstborn, he is Dragzal. He shall take over my throne and unite the continent once and for all. He will rule with a rod of iron and subdue all his enemies from the Annunaki to the Sons of Dragons…”

“Just like in the tales?” Esos adds.

“Yes.”

“So, you finally believed that story?” She giggles weakly.

“What can I say? How else would one explain the history of this r