Asterod was the son of Philrod the Brave. With brown hair that fell just to his shoulders, beautiful brown eyes, and a smile that made all the girls giggle, he was considered quite handsome. He was very strong, and when it came to being a soldier he excelled in all areas, but how he survived the War of the Clans is unknown to everyone except he and I. Who am I? I am Destine of the Figon clan, and I am here to tell the story of how Asterod survived the War of the Clans.
The War of the Clans was a great battle started by the Juliaad clan. They craved power and they felt they needed to dominate all the other clans. The clans had already fought the Juliaads once, and now they were coming back stronger than ever. Gadaria was their next target. Gadaria is a place of peace. With rivers flowing and flowers blooming, it is, by far, more beautiful than any of the other clan’s land.
“Asterod my son, there is a great war coming. I can feel it. We all can.” Philrod the Brave told his son. They were sitting inside their dwelling, a log cabin, near the river. It was cozy and warm in the winter. Although, Gadaria didn’t have a long winter, only about one month, it got very cold. Asterod, who was sixteen, could feel it as well. He knew he would have to fight soon, but he’d been training since he could walk.
“I understand.” He sighed while looking at his aging father. His dark brown hair and his beard had started to whiten. He was not as strong as he once was, but he was still braver than anyone in the clan. He had deep blue eyes and his smile hadn’t changed a bit. It was clear who Asterod got his looks from.
“Gadaria will fall,” he said quietly, “We are not as strong as we once were.”
“No! Father, we will not fall! We can’t!” Asterod yelled, anger and fear overtaking him. He started shaking at the thought of losing everyone he loved, and even the thought of dying.
“We will fall.” Philrod sighed and shook his head with grief.
“I will train harder and more than I did before to make sure Gadaria does not fall!”
“I know we defeated them once but they’ve grown stronger. Now we don’t stand a chance. If only there were someone greater than the Juliaads.”
He rolled his eyes and stomped off determined to defeat the Juliaads.
Asterod trained harder than any of the other Gadarian boys. He was determined to make sure Gadaria was not defeated in the battle that was coming closer and closer.
The war finally came. The Juliaads wanted more power, and the only way they could get more power was by taking over the other clans. They had already gained control over twelve out of seventeen clans.
The last four clans assembled for battle. So much blood had been shed already, but the Juliaad clan would not relent. They killed everyone who got in their way. The Juliaads finally made it to the Gadarian borders, and they were ready for battle. The remaining clans stood ready.
Asterod spotted them and blew the battle horn. And so the battle began.
The five clans charged. The Juliaads had much larger and deadlier weapons than the others. They slayed them without a care.
Philrod was fighting strong until a huge, beast of a man ran up behind him with a giant Juliaadian mallet. He hit him on the back of the head, and Philrod the Brave died instantly.
The fight was still going and Asterod was still alive. He saw his father lying dead on the ground a little further from where he stood. He quickly looked away before his emotions overtook him.
He was fighting a large Juliaad soldier when something happened. A large lightning bolt came from the sky and zapped Asterod, taking him up into the heavens.
“Hello, Asterod.” I said in the sweetest voice possible. He awoke in the middle of a large white room on our ship. He looked up at me in bewilderment. My red hair was in a sloppy pony-tail and I was wearing a long, green, Figon healing robe. He was still wearing what he had fought in, but I had healed his battle wounds.
“Who…? Who are you? Where am I?” He started panicking.
“I am Destine of the Figon clan.” I smiled and tried to calm him.
“Figon clan?” He asked.
“Yes, not many have heard of us. We are the clan in the sky. Not even the Juliaads know about us.” I tried to explain.
“They don’t? So, I’m safe? They won’t attack?”
I smiled, “Yes, dear Asterod. You are safe. Please, come with me. The king would like to see you.”
“King?” He asked.
“Yes, he’s omnipotent. He controls what happens down there as well as what happens here.”
Anger flashed through his eyes, “So the war is all his fault? Why’d he let this happen?”
I sighed, “Asterod, there is much you do not understand. Come, he is expecting us.”
Reluctantly, he got up and followed me. We walked down a very long hallway before approaching a large door made of pure gold. I knocked and waited for a reply.
“You may enter.” A booming voice said.
I looked at Asterod who was trembling and opened the door.
We both stepped in, almost blinded by the brightness radiating from my king. I bowed and motioned for Asterod to do the same.
“You wanted to see us, my Lord?” I kept my voice steady.
“Yes, Destine. I would like to explain things to Asterod.”
I nodded and Asterod spoke up, “Yes, please do explain,” He had a confused look on his face, “Why am I even here? I should be down there,” he pointed down, “fighting for my clan!”
My king looked down at him and frowned, “Asterod of Gadaria, Gadaria is no more. Your clan has fallen. You are the last Gadarian, and that is why we saved you.”
And for the first time in his life, Asterod bowed to the King and said, “Thank you for saving me.”
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