Kaos Maze

For thousands of years, in a world that has recognized that difference and difference is the only way to coexist, it's the easy way to be special from the human beings around you. In a world whose kingdoms were separated by its rulers, each of them just wanted to be the supreme authority over a group of human beings, turning into blocks of scattered buildings buzzing with inhabitants. In a world where dragon knights had the greatest fame and fame among people as if they were kings and princes. At a time when his strength was the strength of his dragons and the steadfastness and valor of his knights. In a world where its leaders were dispersed, its most powerful rulers created its own kingdom, scattering its lands in every direction beyond sight. A king who took the mountains of the south as the seat of his rule, and the dragons of the Azu, which are under the control of his son, as a symbol of the greatness of his kingdom, he gave his name on its territory, so that the kingdom of "Longines" becomes the greatest and most powerful kingdom of this world, no doubt in that, with its two cities, which have enjoyed the most side of everything, the city of the south, which has become the seat of government and the shrine of the king and prince, and the city of the north, which has gained the beauty of its location and terrain what it has received, becoming the shrine and land of the princess. (1) North City The last days of winter with its cold nights over the city of the north. The chapter that bids farewell to her with the fall of light grains of snow with an orchid pampering on the houses and streets of the city, as a sad piece of music for which the soul groans. Or like the fall of the tears of an old man who was weeped by the cruelty of life, he lost the passion for resistance and remained locked in his house. Packets of sunlight that managed to stealthily creep into the earth from those gray clouds and were pierced by a locality, like a simple c***k stealthily creeping into a glass slab until it took control of it, shattering it. Golden rays that are manifested in the snow falling on top of the houses and the spray of rain suspended in the air, reflecting colors of the rainbow that are ashamed of the beauty of the eyes, like the beauty of a beautiful girl whose beauty is manifested in the presence. Houses whose walls are made of purple crystal and are stacked next to each other in an elaborate geometric shape, separated by narrow roads brushed with falling grains of snow. A bit of beauty and sparkle adorns the city, which has acquired a bright white color with warm sunlight, turning into a city of charm and beauty above the beauty of its location at the top of the mountains of the north. As a new day shines, complete silence dominates its surroundings except for a few feet that got up early to begin their work, in search of their livelihoods and food for their children on their outskirts. It is a land whose inhabitants knew nothing but happiness and pleasure without wars, without injustice, under the rule of their beloved princess to their hearts. The calm was only the beginning of a storm of flames eating green and dry in front of it. The calm of that morning lasted only a few minutes. After it was over in seconds, when the sound of roars reverberated throughout the city and its people woke up rushing as if the King of Death was knocking on their doors one by one to capture their souls, they were displaced to the streets, leaving their homes, including them, trying to save their lives. None of them understand anything about what is happening, or even specifically the direction of those snarls, whose intensity has been embraced by the foothills and valleys of the mountains. The streets were filled with people not believing what was happening, looking at the sky and finding only flames burning everything that reached it, as if the sun had moved from its position in the sky to descend to the ground, to the city of the north in particular, burning everything in it. A fire because of its extreme heat melted the snow turning into water that increased its ignition. Those who have the physique run away from those fires, while those who have lost their strength fall easy fuel for them. Flames from everywhere as if they were shedding on them, following them wherever they went, swallowing up all the human beings, animals or even inanimate objects that they reach, nothing escapes them, the sounds of houses that are eroding one by one. The sound of the roars that resonated in the skyline, this sound that they know very well. The sound that they almost forgot came from the passage of years and years after its absence from the city. Indeed, huge Azo dragons are flying in the sky above them, like a dark red cloud gathered above them to rain down on fire. A few minutes were enough to burn the city with everything that stood in the way of dragons. The dragons' roars fell silent, and a temporary calm came for seconds before someone cut it off, shouting in his loud voice: Everyone went to the princess's palace, they went to the palace and came to me with her body burned by the fire of Azo and everyone else with her. Another replied with the same scream: _Your orders are under obedience to the Lord's side. As soon as he finished speaking, they all moved behind their commander, working on the Amiri Palace, which sits at the top of the city, inhabited by Princess Carmen. Simple moments were enough to get into the palace within sight. He ordered the knight to scream again, ordering them to burn him and make him a bunch of dirt. Between the blink of an eye and the other, the palace has already been turned into the remnants of a fire to no avail. The dragons calmed down at the behest of their commander until they quietly landed on the ground; Lord Harlan was independent of his dragon, showing his majestic height and strong, taut body, his filthy skin with his absurd face as if it were a lifeless rocky land, nearly thirty years old, speaking to his assistant with a triumphant smile: It seems that it was easier than I imagined, no resistance or difficulty we faced in this battle, if I knew it would have ended up so easily, I would not have brought myself here. Commander Celer smiled to answer: Even me, sir, I expected resistance from the city's army even if they were not our equal, especially since we have the Azo dragon and I don't realize what its power is with its brutality, but I imagined that they would at least defend their land. Lord Harlan moved in steady steps like those of kings towards the remains of the palace, standing tall with his hands in his waist and then speaking: Although the attack was a surprise, it is from that fool who wants to throw himself into perdition in the face of a monster like this dragon! It is the Azu, Celler, the dragon of the South Mountain, known for its unparalleled strength and enormity. And who can face the flames that he broadcasts in the face of whoever he wants whenever his knight wants! Celer hers speak: In both cases, they are the worlds, sir, if they resist or not, they will inevitably die. But anyway and in the end they have all perished. Also you have all the right about the power of the Azo and its incendiary flames, really it is a flame storm bird no doubt about it. Anyway, if I had the opportunity to thank Prince Kilan for something good he had done with me, I would have to thank him for making me a knight on the back of the Azu dragon, what a great honor that is unmatched by any status, and that has no ambition. There is no greater status than being a knight of the dragon. He was silent for a moment and then returned with his eyes to Celer to continue: And here I am after me I have given you this honor to be one of the great knights of the Azu. It is a great honor that you all trust in me, sir, I will always be your loyal servant. I know that, Celler, I have no doubt for a moment about your loyalty to me or Prince Kelan. Anyway let's end these sub-hadiths interested in us coming here, let's look for the princess's body and then go back to the south quickly before the sun is in the sky and King Longin feels our absence. Commander Celer looked at the remnants of the palace fire in front of him and then spoke timidly: _We had to bring her body from the middle of all this debris, sir?! _What do you refer to by your talk Celler?! _I mean, it is certain that she died like the rest of her people, so why bother searching under all this wreckage?! Lord Harlan spoke looking at the remains of the palace in front of him: Prince Kilan orders us to burn down the entire city and then return to him with the body of his sister, Celler, we only have to carry out the orders. Even if you disagree with his opinion on the burning of the city of the north, which is unparalleled in this world, truly and more beautiful than it has never seen my eyes, but now it is a bunch of remnants of the fire. You have all the right, sir, but we only have to obey the orders. How can a conscious mind think of something like this?! Commander Celer with a smile: Your Excellency, me and all the people of Longines except the King know why Prince Kilan suddenly hated the city of the North after it was the most precious of the Bekaa to his heart. Damn this hatred that ends up on a city like this, damn money and power. He burned her because he didn't get her rule, so he decided to exterminate her like that! In any case, it doesn't matter anymore, the city is empty on its thrones, let's move in search of the body; let's come back to finish this task. _Your orders, sir. Celer finished his speech and then signaled to his soldiers to move through the wreckage in search of the body of the princess, the commander of the city's army, or any of the palace guards, but the search under the ruins of the palace went on to no avail to find anything. Only the bodies present are for some palace servants, not even everyone. The research lasted so long that from its length there were signs of anxiety and stress on the faces of both Harlan and Celer. The princess's body is not present, neither she nor any of the palace guards or soldiers. A cause for concern was evident on Lord Harlan's features with his occasional gaze at Celer and the rest of the soldiers searching for the princess or her body to no avail. Celler exchanged the same looks of wonder and tension at what was happening and quietly approached him speaking: _Sir, nothing, as you can see with your eyes, we searched everywhere but no trace of the princess's body, what do we do?! The Lord's features were clearly visible and he moved through the wreckage, shouting: Look everywhere, you fools, you must find it at all costs. Celer spoke in a voice that showed fear: But Sir, we searched everywhere and found nothing, the fire must have burned them all and kept nothing in them. Lord Harlan turned to Celer with eyes that sparkled sparks: _And did you i***t fire burn the palace soldiers too! Where is the body of the commander of the city's army and his assistants?! Where are the bodies of the palace guards?! Where is all this?! Only those who were here were some servants, so confuse you how to explain it! Commander Celeroy's silence recedes his head downwards, he doesn't know what to say, no answers to the Lord's questions except complete silence from the tongue, and a horrific noise in the mind that is beginning to take his imagination to the city of the south. What if they return to the prince without the princess's body! A mind that knows the consequence that will happen if they return empty-handed, it will be no less than putting them all in prison, even if it does not separate their heads from their bodies. Ran upon each of them a silence that did not linger until Lord Harlan ended it saying: Look everywhere for them all, it seems that they knew of our coming, send two or two dragons to explore the mountains and valleys around us, as well as the villages adjacent to the city. If they have already escaped, they certainly won't be too far away, so let's get away from my face right away, doing what I ordered. _Your orders, sir. He finished his sentence and then turned to two dragon knights who ordered them to explore the foothills and paths of the mountains around the city as well as the villages, in search of the princess and those with her. As for Lord Harlan, he stood in complete silence and steadfastness as if on his head the bird was standing, not knowing how he would survive the predicament in which he was placed. How if he returned to the prince without the body of his sister! Inevitably, it will be his end, even if he is one of his most loyal men. But how did you know they were coming?! And if you really run away, where are you going! A mind that almost explodes from the multitude of things that go on nonstop, thoughts that come and others that leave, a mind that increases the appreciation of the consequences that await it, and a imagination that never ceases to exaggerate things.