Chapter 6: Books

  Vistilia sat in a chair in her library. Her face was buried in a book. Said book was a book on the history of the city of Vrael. One could say it was honest, maybe too honest in actuality.

  If one were to compare it to the history books of her old life, it would resemble the, “Horrible Histories,” books from the UK. It almost made her ugh at some of the scenes, at some scenes where ughs shouldn’t be heard. Such as the founding of the city itself.

  Actually, that might be a bit much to say. There was nothing truly graphic that Vistilia hadn’t seen before. Though, she was a reincarnated person so she wouldn’t count. At least, the average person wouldn’t count her.

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  When the city itself was founded, two different ethnicities came to the same spot. One wished to found a city there, that one was the silver haired and pale skinned Nathi. They wished to build a city in the pce that was Vrael.

  The other was a group of people by the name the Thael. They were dark of skin, and silver of hair much like the Nathi. Yet, they wished to construct a fortress in the pce of the Nathi’s city. The two people were about to come to blows, when a pair of brothers started to speak.

  These two brothers were from the Nathi people, yet they had been traveling with the Thael. They knew of both sides. They had family in both groups. The two brothers had lovers among the Thael. They had friends among the Nathi.

  During the night, the kidnapped the daughters of the leaders of both sides, and brought them to their house, or what passed for a house by this point in time. It was at this point that the author seemed to point out that the two brothers were Vraelin.

  If any other man in this time had done this, they would have gotten the women pregnant, and cimed rulership rights from the two other rulers. Yet, they had the wisdom to simply convince them with words. If they had not, there would likely have been an even greater battle than if they hadn’t.

  There, in their home, they convinced the two women to then convince their fathers not to fight each other. The two women parted from them after they were then delivered to their fathers, whole and unshaken.

  A day then passed, and the two brothers were so relived that a battle had yet to take pce, that they reportedly went out drinking, and then the battle took pce when they were drinking.

  While the leaders of the two groups had reconciled, the people themselves hadn’t. Because of this, the military leader of the Nathi and the second in command of the Thael had conscript an army each. They had managed to set up a battle in the middle of each of the two groups’ areas.

  The Thael had an army that was rather well reguted. Their armor gleamed in the light of Soulika. It wouldn’t take a professional to tell that they were there to build a fortress.

  The other group, led by a man who wouldn’t even qualify for a general in education, was much rger. While the Thael were 8,976 strong, the Nathi were four times that size in conscripts. Just about 35,904 strong. Their armor was nothing more than some round pieces of bronze and brass strapped to their chest.

  Because of their numbers, one would think that the Nathi are the more peeved people. Yet, you would be wrong in this case. The Thael were the more warlike people, and the more angered kin.

  The sun was high in the sky, and the sounds of war could be heard all around everyone. The breathing of warriors and logistical folk alike were the most common of these sounds. The tension could be felt, and likely cut with a knife.

  The drums of war were soon rung. The pounding of the drums was started on the Thael side, and matched by the Nathi a beat ter. In the time that this battle took pce, it wasn’t only the people of Vraelin that beat drums just afore their armies started to enter combat.

  Most people in the area did it. It was mostly to signal the start of the conflict. Such as listening to a song that wouldn’t get out of one’s head; it would signify the start of a kind of hate.

  The two armies had started out 350 yards apart. By the third drumbeat, they started to march to each other’s formations. Each side held pikes in their arms, and at this point the men at the front of each formations began to lower their pikes to a nice 45-degree angle.

  Yet, just as the two armies marched to about 120 yards from each other, a great ruckus could be heard. It was then that the two brothers made their way to the battle. The two of them made their way to the center of the battle.

  The drums of war silenced as the two men walked into the center of the battlefield. They were drunk off their asses. Yet they still had the wits to stand and walk. While the soldiers stopped, annoyed that their battle was being interrupted, the two men spoke.

  “Wait!” the older brother, Memuus, called out.

  “Yes, simply wait everyone!” the second brother, Dwuus, said, “We have something important to say!”

  Then the battle halted. The soldiers on each side knew these people. For the Nathi, they were family. For the Thael, they were tribe. The soldiers of each side to looked to their fellow and muttered words of confusion and affirmation. They then turned to face the two brothers, eager to hear what they had to say.

  “Why are we fighting? Why do you both seem to wish for your sons to grow without fathers? Why do you wish to see your wives grieve for your deaths?” Memuus asked.

  “Do you not see? You simply have to live together, as friends. You simply have to be put aside the little differences the Thael and the Nathi have, and love each other for all that you share,” Dwuus said, earning noises and words of agreement from the Nathi.

  “You share the same gods. You share the same enemies. You both share the same love for your fellow man. Just look across the field. That could be your fellow man. That could be your brother of the faith!” Memuus said, his tone going higher in his drunken way.

  Yells were heard now. The mild amounts of conflict and hate fizzling out and dying. It was at this point that the battle could be said to have been finished. For neither side brought weapons to bear against the other.

  They cast their weapons down, and walked to each other’s sides. Chanting from the two brothers was heard. What they chanted was never recorded. It was simply said to be foreign to both sides.

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