A Nation Reborn

[Gilgamesh]

The crazed eyes of the Empire Fanatic came crashing down upon Gilgamesh as he desperately tried to end the King’s life. The people around him began to scream as flee into the great city the fanatic began his attempt to murder the righteous King. Gilgamesh’s hands rushed up to grab his arm, but his strength began to waiver as the pain in his stomach flared and the fatigue from the recent battle had taken a toll on him. The rabid dog punched him in the stomach and he could feel the bullet wound begin to reopen, and the knife grew ever closer to his heart. His face turned to a grimace in pain before he kicked the man off of him and watch him stumble and fall to the ground. Gilgamesh bent over in pain as his blood began to stain his white shirt. His eyes flared up in rage as he glared at the man who dare attempt to murder his King!

“You foul cur! How dare a worm like you stand up to me? Die filth!” The King opened a portal above his head and weapons began to peek out. The King had a cruel smile planted on his face as he sent a sword down on it’s decent. Sand flew everywhere and Gilgamesh turned his back, entering his beautiful city and he greeted Anos as he rushed past him? Gilgamesh turned his head and saw that his faithful old servant had just tackled the Old Man who was still alive?! Somehow the Old Man had survived! He watched the two wrestle over the knife, punching scraping and occasional curses flew from their mouths.

“Now you pagan! Die!” The Old Man apparently had gotten control of the knife somehow and was on top about to kill Anos. He smiled his toothless smile as he couldn’t help to laugh maniacally. Anos’ face was placid, prepared to die for his King and he closed his eyes waiting for judgement

His laugh was cut short and his head toppled from his body to the ground. Anos peeked open an eye to see the headless corpse of the fool and Gilgamesh with a bloodied sword, inspecting it for some sort of plague. The corpse slumped on top of the servant and Anos’ pushed it off to get up. As he was beginning to stand back up he saw his King coming to greet him. A smile came on his face, however it was short lived. Instead of praise the King wiped the blood onto Anos’ white robe. He sighed as the King inspected his weapon for any more...imperfections and watched him let it return to the vault in it’s classic golden dust.

Gilgamesh turned and walked away from Anos reentering his soon to be beautiful city. He paused and turned his head towards Anos, who still stood standing next to the corpse. “Good work Anos, with my city…and with the heretic.” He simply dropped it and turned to enter his city, the screaming group of people were hiding behind one of the men who was lifting the supports to the new building. He started to look at his nails…Oh shit I broke a nail. Damn Old Man. The group of people came rushing out kneeling before the King saying some praise...or whatever. Gilgamesh had to stifle a yawn and their tuned out voices eventually came to an end. He forced a smile and patted one of the men on the back before speaking to them.

“Yes, you see. My Kingdom protects all of my citizens. You are safe here. You may rest if you wish, but we do have work to do to ensure that this town meets my standards of a capital.” Gilgamesh waved them off as he turned to see Anos behind him.

“Anos, what have you done while I was away, and where is my pet?” Gilgamesh looked around him as Anos still looked uncomfortable with the man’s blood on his shirt.

“Ah yes my King, we have erected a housing area for the people to live temporarily while we construct appropriate areas to live. As for your pet...she had to take care of a pest problem.” Anos looked down and noticed the blood on Gilgamesh’s shirt. “My King? Is that your blood? Did the man manage to stab you? Do you need anything of me King?!”

Gilgamesh looked down at the wound in his stomach and smiled faintly at Anos. “Some relaxation and medical attention would be nice. Let’s say my conquest ended in a draw.”