Twenty485 BC
Somewhere in the heart of the Persian Empire
(Before everybody dies)
Cotiso, the general and his personal guards stood on the edge of the burning village. The lights of the fire were reflecting in the dark waters of the river behind them. The general knelt and cleaned his b****y sword in the calm waters.
“This was the last one?” Cotiso asked.
“Yes, tomorrow we'll be back at the cave and once we cover the entrance with stones we're heading home.” The general answered.
Without saying anymore their small group mounted the horses they took from the first village they burnt to the ground and headed towards the dark hills ahead of them. It took the twelve tired men a week to reach their destination, but the work for them was far from over. The last task the general wanted to b
