Xerxes by Micheal Achonye

Attack on Vlagsir

I was nine when my parents got killed by the Drakas. I watched my mother get stabbed multiple times until she gave up, while my father got hacked to pieces without mercy.Up until this day, no other memory seemed to overtake the merciless killings of my parents.When they grabbed me and I fought, I didn't know what I was fighting for, or why. It didn't seem right to budge or resist. After all, the only people I loved in this world were dead."Corporal!" a hoarse voice called out.That must be Sergeant Fin. His story wasn't better off when compared to mine. He had watched his parents get crucified upside down as a ten year old. It might have been the reason for his exceeding will to kill Drakas, be it man, woman or child.What was I saying, none of our stories were better. We had all lost something and we had joined the Dark forces to become mercenaries to go up against the Kings army. They deserved it for what they had done to us. For what they would do if they weren't stopp..."Corpo