Chronicles Of The Kakonia

The Chronicles of the Kakonia
The King
Prolog
Ballad of Aiden
“There once was a prince born into a time of war
Blood, gore, and misery were his companions.
The frail prince of a palace cracked by madness, waiting for when the kingdom comes to an end
Where all is said and done
No affection did his father give, only kisses of fists and whispers of fears
All the king saw in his son was defection
As the prince grew all he loved was stolen from him, lost the things he prized
As he watched his father decent further into madness, but the Prince had no loved lost on the man he despised
No more, No more, did the heavens cry
Too many bodies on the battlefield did lie
On the a red dawn did father and son meet
Clash and Clang; Bleed and Scream
The prince returned to his palace, he body worn and vigor spent
All his subjects held their tongue
Up the stairs and through the halls to the throne did he go?
In his fist his father’s head swung
All is done, all is done
A prince had left the castle, but a king had returned”
The lad named Darren recited as he sat in the yard in front of his house. His toy soldiers scattered around the ground. The boy was only four but he could recite the entire ballad perfectly.
Darren imagined the song was being sung on the main street, where king Aiden would be riding through, addressing his subjects on Sovereign Day. Darren would love to be there, on the sidelines watching the line of soldiers go by, on their way to the temple of Keeva. His father would be there, near the king’s side, probably looking for Darren at the sidelines. But, alas, mother didn’t want to go to the parade. She would rather stay home and play games with the blond man that came around when daddy was at work.
So here was Darren, kicked out of his own home, while mommy entertained. It wasn’t the first time Darren had been put outside to play alone, but he really wanted to go to the parade. The boy believed the Fates were against him today, so instead made up his own parade with his dolls.
All the dolls and figures had a story, had a name, and had a life of their own. The wooden figures worn down from constant use and rough play, all of them but one. On a tower of blocks stood a lone figure; a male form wielded from drift wood with painted hair of white and a black cape; a tiny replica of the mighty king, Aiden. The toy was in mint condition since the only time the toy was touched was to move it from place to place. It wasn’t that Darren didn’t like the toy, he adored it, but the figure had no place in his games. The king stood alone on the block tower, not because he thought himself better than the other toys, but because he was disconnected.
The king loved his people, but not in a way that a king should. What was a king but a father to all his people, thought Darren.
No the king didn’t love his people like that at all; he loved them with duty like a responsibility, like chores. Darren disliked chores. He figured the king must dislike chores too. In any case, the king was closed off, like a shut door. He had no love for himself or his people, and that why he stood alone. Watching how the other toys had adventures and went through emotions.
It made Darren sad that the king wouldn’t come down off his tower. Maybe he didn’t know how to get down from off the tower. Sure Darren could pluck him off, but the king wouldn’t learn anything if Darren did it for him (at least that what daddy says). No the king would wait, perhaps someone would help him down the tower and then he could play with the other toys. Maybe, Darren would wait.
“I’m hungry, I wonder if mommy is done playing games yet?” questioned the young boy.





Chapter one

It’s funny how life can sometimes throw a wild card at people. Usually, the most unlikely of people, those who believe that something could never happen to them, are the ones that have the best or the tragic experiences. Goes to show no one really knows what kind of knots lie on the threads of fate.
Clara Stevens’ heels clicked on the empty sidewalk as she walked. The sounds of New York surrounded her, with traffic noises and sirens screaming into the night. Her flora print dress which she had just purchased that morning swayed with her movements; the sixty dollar dress proving to be a waste of money, and time, since it didn’t do a damn thing to save Clara’s date. What’s the point in looking good for men if they don’t deserve it?
A small hand with messy applied red nail polish came up to brush away the sunset colored hair from Clara’s blue eyes. A heavy breath escaped from glossed lips and the woman took a serious look at her life.
Clara really had nothing to complain about. She had a decent childhood, got average grades in school. Went to a community college, got a business associates and now was working in an office building selling paper and office supplies. She spent her days in a cubicle typing on a computer, talking to clients about paper, and had an idiot for a boss. She went out now and again for drinks with her friends. Had dinner with her parents every month or so. All in all not a bad existence, but that was the underlining problem; it was just existence with no filling.
Clara was twenty six, not to skinny or fat, just average. Clara stood about 5’7 tall, with shapely curves but no Pamela Anderson. All in all, Clara was average. The only real thing that wasn’t average about her was her short, red-orange hair, which was accused repeatedly if it was a dye job (which it wasn’t). Indeed, Clara was very average, and that was the problem.
However, coming back to the reason why Clara was such in a down mood. Fifteen minutes ago, Clara’s date ended, and well as a three month relationship. Sadly, Clara had some hope for this relationship, the guy was nice and funny, and put up with Clara’s nuttiness. But, alas, it wasn’t meant to be. The dick or in this case Cliff, no…wait, right the first time, dick. The dick (actually Cliff) had ended the relationship with a typical guy response, “it’s not you, and it’s me. I wasn’t looking for a long term relationship….I blah, blah, blah”
Yeah, sure not a long time thing, bullshit, thought Clara, just last week he was fine about meeting my parents and now he wants to break up, bastard.
A tin can went flying down the sidewalk, resulting in a large scuff mark on Clara’s favorite pair of heels. A string of curses flew from the woman’s mouth.
“I’m going to die alone; worse, I’ll be one those women that have lots of cats and go to bingo and eventually move to Florida to die with no kids to complain about, damn” ranted Clara to no one. “That’s okay, I don’t need a man. I go for in-vitro, yeah have one of those test tube babies, yeah; then when my kid asks ‘mommy why don’t I have a daddy?’ I can say that mommy was hopeless, average woman who couldn’t keep a man for more than six months and decided to go to the magic doctor of tadpoles and had a turkey baser knock mommy up. And oh and behold, Billy here you are”
So absorbed in her one-sided conversation, Clara took no notice to the dip in the sidewalk. Clara found herself falling to her knees. Her hoses tore to sheds and a heel broke off from her shoes as a result.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!” yelled Clara as well as every curse word known to man flying from her mouth. Once again Clara was distracted that she didn’t notice the unmarked black van slowly pull up behind her. Clara also didn’t hear the approach of footsteps as she struggled to stand up. In fact, Clara didn’t notice till it was too late. One of the concealed men took Clara into his clutches.
Oh my god! I am being victimized! Shit I’m going to be raped and left for dead! Shit! No, no, no, no…I will not die here! Thought Clara’s franticly.
Clara tried to scream bloody murder, but a gloved hand closed around her mouth, successfully muffling her screams. Clara struggled, lifting her leg with a heeled shoe still attached and lodging it into her capture’s groin. The man instantly let go and Clara dived away from him, only to land in another’s arms.
Okay prick; prepare to lose your ability to have kids, thought Clara, rearing her leg like an angry donkey. Consequently, Clara never got the chance; a white cloth was placed over her nose and mouth. A strong chemical smell over whelmed her senses and soon Clara’s vision dimmed till it went black. Her struggles ceased and she became limp.
“Damn bitch! She got me” muttered the injured male, crudely holding himself.
“Yup, she’s a fighter, good she’ll survive” replied the other dragging the woman to the van.
“You sure snatching someone like her is smart? I mean she’s not a hobo or a hooker like the others, yo” asked the first, getting into the van.
“The boss wanted some better quality merchandise, she’ll do. It’s not like anyone going to find her in a few hours, she’ll be long gone, for real” responded the other, starting up the van.
Clara was unaware when the van to a stop within a warehouse. The two kidnappers pulled her from the van laid her down on the dirty concert floor to be inspected.
A dark figure came from a dark corner. A black trench coat swayed behind the tall and broad stature of the man. Fierce gold eyes stared from behind slick black bangs, while the rest of the hair was gelled back. A light goatee decorated the male’s chin of a rather youthful face. The man looked like an ordinary sleazy thug, expect for the pointed ears, inhuman sharp fingernails, and fangs that lay behind thin lips. He was simply known on the streets as, Cox, and human trafficking was the game.
Cox spared a smile to the kidnappers, exposing his deadly fangs to the two. The men felt shivers go down their spines at the look of their boss. The delicious scent of fear drifted into Cox’s nose, making is blood pump in excitement. His excitement only grew as he turned his gaze at the woman on the floor. He bent down to get a better look; a clawed hand ran through silky red hair.
“Like her boss?” asked one of the men. His voice hesitant, since his boss was temperamental and not of this world.
“Yes…” Cox cooed “She’ll do lovely, a shame to ship her off” Cox remarked.
“So…do we…pack her up then?” asked the other.
“Yes, one moment” replied Cox, lifting Clara’s head from the ground to expose her delicate neck. The men watched in horror as their boss opened his mouth and then sunk his fangs into the young women’s neck.
A gasp escaped from Clara’s mouth, her eyes briefly opening, but soon her eyes rolled in back of her head and she fell into unconscious again.
“When I get back, I’ll take her as mine. I need a new pet after all, the other one recently died” commented Cox. The men remained silent.
“Take her to the container and prepare to ship out” barked Cox.
The men wasted no time into jumping into action. After-all no one wanted to anger the boss, especially if the boss was a demon.
Now some people do not believe in demons and other supernatural things, but they are wrong. Demons and other creature are all around, walking amongst us, as one of us. It’s just most people don’t see them, probably better for society as whole; ignorance is bliss. Anyway, besides creatures existing in the world, there are other worlds out there, separate dimensions. One of these worlds is known as the Fire Realm, no not hell. It is an ancient world, some say one of the first worlds. In any case, this world is very hot. Due to a catastrophic episode in the past, the once rich, vegetated land became barren and desert like. Only a few areas of this realm are still fertile. Somehow these vegetated lands of the north and south grew under two hellish suns and a red colored sky.
The west of the land holds the volcanic mountains home to the Harpy Empire. The birdlike creatures isolate themselves in their mountain queen-dom. The central and southern part of the continent holds the Great Demon Nation. The civilization of demons one of largest empires of the Fire Realm as well as the most advanced. Finally, the lands to the north and east of the main continent is where the Spirit Sea lay and belonged to the Kakonia, a warrior peoples. These people were the most human like creatures. Regular humans at one time in their existence, they were blessed by their dark goddess with super human abilities.
Neither race was fond of one another, but a lasting peace treaty between the nations had lasted many thousands of years. A great relief from the many hundreds of years the nations had been at war with one other. So life continued on in the Fire Realm, who were very aware of the other dimensions that bordered their own. Demons in particular, favored the human world, since their food supply was human blood as well as labor.
Human slavery was banned many years ago by the Demon King Sen, but some of the population had a problem with this. With any large nation it is difficult to control all its citizens, so the human trade was very much alive. Demons hardly had to do the napping themselves, since mortals were more than happy to trade their own race for wealth or medicine (ask where a percentage of the Red Cross donations go to). To Clara’s bad luck, she had become a part of this underground world of human trafficking. Then again, if she wasn’t captured, this wouldn’t be much of a story. However, this is where Clara’s adventure begins, arriving in the Fire Realm in a busy free market.
The smell of cigarette smoke invaded Clara’s nose, rousing her from her sleep. Cloudy blue eyes blinked open, slowly adjusting to the dimness of wherever she was. Soon the Clara’s vision cleared and a dull pain enveloped her head.
“Jesus Christ, what happed?” spoke Clara.
“Jesus isn’t going to help us now” muttered a female voice.
Clara slowly sat up, noticing her surroundings. It appeared she was in some sort of a freight car with many other people in it. Some with sober expressions, some crying pitifully, others with scared looks, and some with faces of indifference. One face of indifference was a woman sitting next to Clara, smoking a cigarette. She was dress as a hooker with bleached blond hair and bright red makeup caked on her middle-aged face.
“Finally up, sleeping beauty?” asked the blond.
“What the hell is going on!” yelled Clara.
“Shut up will ya, all the screaming in the world won’t you any good, you’ll just be beaten for it” growled the blond taking another drag.
Clara tried to will down her pounding heart, as the reality of her situation dawned on her.
Holy, fucking, shit! I been kidnapped and looked like some sex slave trade. Oh god! I thought this shit happened in China and third-world courtiers! This doesn’t happen to people like me, thought Clara.
“Congratulations, you’re a lucky victim of human slave trade, curtsey of Grand-Master Cox” the blond spat sarcastically.
“Oh God”
“God isn’t going to help us” commented the blond.
“How are you so calm about this?” yelled Clara.
“There nothing you, I or any other poor bastard in this place can do now. Just suck it up and survive and maybe things will get better” replied the woman.
“Shit” whispered Clara.
“Got that shit right”
It took hours before the doors were finally opened and daylight flooded the cramped chamber. The occupants were harshly ushered out of the tank. Clara found herself collide with a wall of heat like she had never felt before. The heat was so intense that it brought her and many others to their knees.
Clara felt like she was going to die, like her skin was burning. Other screams of agony echoed through Clara’s ears. The pain seemed to go on for hours, but it was only two minutes. Soon the burning sensation ebbed away and the heat became tolerable. Others weren’t so lucky. Some of the others lay on the dirt ground, their bodies looking like they were boiled alive.
“Damn it, I thought you vaccinated all of them” yelled a man with a whip.
“I did, you know not all of them taking to the injections. Poor bastards” a skinny man yelled back.
Shit, where am I? Is this the Middle East or something? What happened to those people! Why do these guys have pointed ears and claws? Fuck, fuck, and fuck what the hell is going on? Why me, thought Clara. I need to get away, yes away.
Clara wasn’t sure what came over her, whether it was desperation or instinct, but as soon as the men came at her to place shackles on her, Clara lashed out. The man was shocked at the sudden movement of the woman and was easily pushed aside. Clara wasted no time in running away like a bat out of hell. Her kidnappers quickly recovered from their shock and proceeded to chase the human through the busy market place.
Clara had no idea where she was going or where she was. As far as she knew, she was in some middle-eastern market with bad guys chasing her. If Clara wasn’t so freaked out, she would have made a comparison to herself and Indiana Jones. However, right now, Clara’s main objective was losing her pursuers who weren’t far behind her.
Crap! Crap! What do I do? I need to hide, yeah hide, but where?
Suddenly, and bunch of large barrels appeared to the right of Clara, all stacked up in a narrow alley. Without much thought, Clara entered the alley and proceeded to enter a barrel and recovering the lid over her.
Clara found herself in the company of some kind of salted meat as she tried to slow her racing heart. She would have gagged at the awful smell, if she hadn’t heard the sound of footsteps and angry cursing from outside. Clara held her breath as she heard the voices coming nearer.
“Where the hell is she?”
“She must be around here somewhere. She couldn’t have gotten far and just disappear” commented one the men.
“I bet she is one of these barrels”
Double shit on a stick, thought Clara shivering.
Clara felt the vibrations of other barrels being moved around her, it was only a matter of time before they reached her hiding place.
Fuck!
“Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing? Damn demons get away!” shouted a rough voice.
“Mind your own business” shouted another who could only belong to one the kidnappers.
“It’s my cargo, and very much my business, filthy demons. Unless you want your asses handed to you, you’ll leave”
“You don’t understand”
“I don’t give a rat’s ass!”
The sound of struggling was heard, a crash, and then the rapid movement of fleeing feet.
“Fucking demons think they can do whatever they want” muttered a man’s voice. “Come lads, we load this cargo and set sail. We should be in Arcania within two weeks” boomed the voice.
Clara soon found her hiding place moving. It took awhile but finally the movement stopped and all became quiet. Daring to peek out, Clara removed the lid and had a look around. The woman found herself in the hull of a ship (like and pirate ship) filled with barrels and other items. The vessel gently swayed. Clara removed herself from the barrel to get a better look. A port hole gained her attention and she moved towards it. There Clara witnessed the port fading away
“On the bright side, I’m away from those guys. But where the hell is this going? For some reason I don’t think it’s to New York” commented Clara.
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