Let me tell you a tale which concerns with life and its honorable children. I shall probably avoid going into deeper and hence, longer details because I'll have a long journey ahead of me by the time I finish retelling this story. I assume that most of you are bored of fantasy by now; cliché characters in overused worlds. And, you have already been introduced to Heroes and Villains, Wizards and Witches, Princes and Princess' and what not creativity they print out these days. However, today the fantasy I'm presenting, it's going to be different. Before really beginning, I'll be very honest. This story, putting aside the genre, is simple and not about love or anything as extraordinary as your fantasy-filled minds would want. But do hold on to this ride, for it will take you to a place I've seen many people ignoring in their life.

There, in the lands between the river realms, a city stood vibrant—flooded with people of peculiar sort; some selfish and others quite alright and nice. Cars were driven on the ground and planes would hug the limits of the sky; birds chirped and mammals were often used for a ride. This city, for some, might be quite as normal as any other, but even a pure white cloud can cry out a flood sometimes.

You see, as per the demand of my job, I used to be everywhere around this globe. Most of the times, I was in the places where sophisticated and educated people even refrain from throwing a pebble—for they have a fear that the gaze of little monsters and their innocent diseases will kill them. I always find myself scoffing at this idea.

Amidst all the hustle bustle of that alive city, I found an astonishing tale in a caliginous part of the city. People rarely ever find charm in such places but my eyes, my dull gold rounded coins, they caught something; warriors.

Ah, yes! Now you know what this story is about; some goddamn boring warriors. And now you must be thinking what kind of a storyteller I am—murdering your beloved suspense so soon? But my lovely audience, please take your seats and hear me out for a little while longer. I've spent most of my life with people like you, so I know how you fondle with the chills that the suspense gives you. These warriors, they're not your normal day combatants. They don't have a sword, they don't own a shield and when I say they are one of a kind—boy, oh boy, I'm definitely not lying.

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Even though I asked you to stay a little while longer, I'm giving you a chance. Run away while you still can or absorb yourselves back in your seat.