Chapter 43. Dark Warrior

“…He draws the Red Eye King into our land, the one who brings only death with him, only death.”

--Ameera

SOMEWHERE NEAR PERSEPOLIS, PERSIA.

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ZEBEDEE.

Many months have passed since I left Perth and found peace in Persia, void of wars, noise, and stringent laws. It is a windy evening today in a small village near Persepolis, the Capital of Persia, and a major city of commerce. The land of freedom, drinking, and reveling.

The people here are rich and lavish with their spending on wine. To my delight, they are only bothered about merchandise and trade, not Kings and Kingdoms. Hence, where would I rather be? If not here, where Assyrians are not despised?

“…Yes, they exist! I saw them with my very eyes and fought them with my hands.” A shabby-looking man stands on a wooden table amid Persian drunks, telli