Rebellion (Darkbringer Chronicles)

That demons army destroyed our once great Kingdom. Polluted our waters and animals with their disease, deforming all that eat the meat or drink the water. But we survived. I survived. I watched one of that devils children devour my father and brother as my mother and I ran like the cowards we were. We know not their weakness. They are all different, some strong and slow, others small and speedy. Yet there are others that they keep on chains, and make wear collars. I've seen what happens when they remove those collars and let loose those abominations, and I pray I never have to see it again. My father was the Lord of the land, my brother his heir. I am the last man of royal blood, therefore I must take control of what is left. I must lead my people back to their homes. This small camp, housing less than a hundred heads, is all that is left. With no trained warriors, we have no one to train us in the art of sword fighting. We are forced to teach ourselves, resulting in many injuries and accidental deaths. This is what we are reduced to. My mother went insane the first night. She chose to die rather than live like this, drowning herself in our poisoned waters. I must lead these people on my own now, and I will. We will take back our Kingdom, but first I will send a party to alert other colonies. To beg on their knees for help, like the homeless commoners my mother would shoo away at the market. This is what we are forced to do. This is how my people must live. I will not tolerate weakness in our situation though, and any who oppose me will be punished by my own hand. If these people wish to survive, they will follow. I am Lord now, and I am in control.