Chapter one
The sacrifice of blood
the king, Avak, sat on his throne, weariness showing all to clear on his face.
he knew his city, one that has been in his dynasty for hundreds of years, since the days of Parthia and Rome, was going to fall. He had been holding onto it for nearly two years now, and the enemy had drawn them to their limit, "Ararat is out of food my lord, we need to surrender now and hope they bring mercy on out souls" Vosdanig said in his usuall standoffish tone, Avak was tireing of his canstant warnings of his impending doom but knew he was his most wise and intellegent of his officers, so he stayed his tongue so as to remain on the better side of Vosdanig. Avak was fabled as a military savant, but even he knew he could not win, the turkish horde before, nearly 100,000 men strong, to his measly 10,000 men, all tired and worn down by the constant barrages of catapults and disease that was beggining to run without control through his city. With a look of extreme sorrow and burdon, he called forth all his men into earshot, and told them that they will sally forth as they need to at least repel some of the turks before the sweep through all of armenia, when the soldiers left to eat what was most likely there last dinner, he called to Vosdanig and Zoravar , and told them to ride out with his son, Vrej, to jerusalem, his men would provide a distraction for them to escape, with that he donned his armor and his steed which he has rode for nearly 10 years now. He hoped his men would hold up long enough for his son, his only mark on this world now, to escape.