The Werewolf Prince

It had not rained for more than 3 months now. The farmer population of Hyderabad had to bear the runt of the wrath of the gods. The King, Shah Quazir, was not of any help either. The citadel pretty much far away from the reach of the common people, so was the mind of the king from the problems his people suffered. In the dusty ruins of the city, with a dull, wheaty skin, ragged clothes, sprint passed a boy, after stealing a dagger, made from special Tibetan steel, from the temple of Lao Tsa, believed to have magical powers hidden within, from a pawnshop ( how did such a special weapon end up there? a mystery indeed ) . Qasir was more than what met the eye. Do not let his appearance fool you. He came from a place not everyone knew about . He came from people not everyone knew about . For his story was the story of his long lost ancestors . His story was the story of the lineage of long lost warriors, who served to protect this realm. But the dynasty of the present Shah, the arrogant King, slaughtered his line. His whole line of ancestors murdered in cold blood. But all this , unfortunately, was still unknown to Qasir . He was a mere child who liked the shine of metal, the dangling of mangoes from branches, the beautiful girl in his neighbourhood , the jewels kept on display in the royal court of the Shah , but deep within, who knew , that his blood thirsted for the Kindgom Itself, The Kindgom of the Wandals. For Qasir was none other than the Child of Prophecy himself . And he would soon know , that the secret his lineage carried , he could not just destroy the present dynasty, but could lay waste in all of man's land .