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Most of my stories are in greek, but this is one i started writting in english. It never got past a few paragraphs in length.





The scouting party moved through the narrow path at the wall of Charit Canyon. The barren landscape was covered by heavy fog, something natural after two week of constant and intense rain.

Blere, the party leader, an exceptional commander and genius tactician of the King’s Army signaled his men to stop. The five-man party halted. He tried to listen to the surrounding sounds.

Nothing could be heard. This silence was, of course, unnatural, he thought. He had passed through here some years ago, before the Schism had taken place, when this land knew only one true leader. Back at those days the river Charit could be heard roaring down the canyon, as it pushed its waters to the Efkritu’s valley.

As he looked down, he saw that the river was nearly completely drained, and that only a small line of water was streaming towards the valley.

The Renegades, those hated traitors had done the unthinkable. Some months ago, their Infiltrators attacked the King’s Dam, a huge construction build more than 500 years ago. With the help of some displeased guards, they took control of the Dam and slaughtered the rest of the King’s forces still guarding it.

After their successful attack they shut the water gates, closing one of the major water supplies for the Efkritu’s valley crops. The farmers went desperate seeing their crops scorched by the sun and without a single water drop on the horizon.

Counterattacks were immediately launched by the King’s men, but the Dam’s design made it impossible for the King’s forces to recapture it. Only with help from the inside there was a slim chance that the Dam could pass in the hands of its rightful owner once again.

That was their mission, to raise the flag of the King, the black eagle, on the highest tower of the Dam, and to open the gates, releasing the stream down upon the thirsty valley.