Saviors of Italia

By Harry Salazar

This is a medieval-time fantasy in the country of Italy during the sixth century, after the fall of the empire. The Roman Catholic Church falls, and so does Christianity. And Satan enters the land. Destroying all Christian churches and believes that with corruption of minds, pagans, demons, and evil monsters, he would succeed. The people are in peril, hungry, sick, and lost of hope. But God has a plan in place. He calls up his hero warriors, brings the people together, and a spiritual war on earth begins the evilness of Satan. With the aid of angels, humans fight against evil spirits.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: May 19, 2018
• ISBN: 9781546242475

Harry Salazar

Born August 27th 1951 Houston, Tx Grew up poor on the eastside of downtown Houston, in a rough neighborhood. Canal St. Near the docks of the ship Channel. High School grad of Waltrip High, 1970, a great year of friends and students of which many went on to live successful lives. Long distance runner in High School, college, and later years in life. I loved to run, the farther, the better. Ive done many thing, had many jobs and owed a few businesses. But my passion has always been in culinary. I;m a successful self-made chef. Started as prep-cook, to Line-cook, Banquet cook, Private chef, and Event chef. In the culinary industry I was tagged with the nickname of Sal. I never imagined being an Author. I tried to retire, but I found myself bored and too much time on my hands. Im a dreamer, with many vivid fantasy, colorful dreams. I love researching history and the Bible. This medieval dream, just kept adding on and on, in my sleep. I would jump out of bed, run to my computer and type my dream. Soon I realized, that I had a basis for a story. I prayed about it and I allowed the Spirit of the Lord to guide me, He is my inspiration. I hope you enjoy this story, as much as I enjoyed writing it. Remember, never put limits on God.

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Saviors Of Italia

Introduction

We cannot speak of the turbulent times of the 6TH century, without speaking of the fall of the great Roman Empire and the rise of the new reins of powers. The Visigoths, led by King Alaric, were the first to sack Roma. The Empire falls and the once great majestic city, Roma, gets sacked numerous times more, and like a woman of revered royalty, she is raped and disgraced, and the country of Italia will never be the same again. For the next 100 years, Ostrogoths, Vandals, Persians, Huns, Orcs, Hurli, Gepids, Samnites, Germanians and the Byzantines terrorize Italia and its people. Their irresistible appetency for power, gold and the pining domination of religious control. These are the focuses of influences for all the rival rulers of the world, to dominate and implement their pagan gods and the thirst for more gold. Many of the rulers’ resort to shamans, evil black magic, necromancies, and other works of the devil. These are the days of demonic creatures which appear from the underworld and they are more prevalent, since the closing of the Christian Churches. The back door has been left open and unguarded and Satan walks in and terrorizes the world, but God already has a plan in place.

The Byzantine Empire lingers with the irresistible compulsion to return to the rejected dark barbaric homeland land of Italia. Redemption of the old empire is in their minds and dreams of completion world dominance, but the road to world dominance still leads through Italia. It was the early Italians who promoted the Roman Catholic Churches in Italia and in middle Europia. It was the old Roman Catholics who promoted higher education, upgrading health, cultures and mixed races living well among each other, but all that goodness dissolved and fell with the empire. Now the newly powerful Byzantine Empire, rules with Arian Popes who are denouncing Jesus Christ as equal deity of God, and the Arians say that Christ did not exist before his birth and that he was born only as a lowly messenger. His being is not of the Holy Spirit and that there is no Holy Trinity. The Byzantines with the incorporated Arian government have intentions to destroy all existence of the belief of Jesus Christ sixteen were slain. The Spartans, Greeks, Slavs, Huns and Celts raise male children to be as the Son of God, in the Church and the dispelling the belief of Jesus as a deity.

The next 100 years there are many wars and uprisings of tribes and nations, many that were not ever heard of until the fall of Roma. In which many hundreds of thousands of soldiers died during the times of the middle ages in war and sickness. Age was not a bar in battle and if a boy could wield a sword, he was a soldier. Many famous kings, queens, generals and warlords were from ages of warriors since the early childhood age of eight years. Women to these races were solely for child bearing of future warriors and daughters were of no real value.

Nomad raiders raven up and down the countryside of lower Europa, and migrated into Italia, plundering villas and breaking towns and looting regularly and repeatedly. Fields were laid to waste and maidens raped and mothers lay dead on the hearths with their babies in their arms. Young boys from the age of twelve are forced into the army, the older men have no use to an army and are killed. Their cattle and small livestock are taken. Young daughters are taken as concubines and sold. Churches desecrated and pillaged, clergy, students and nuns run and hide in the wilderness and later returned only to find their holy sanctuary in ruins and to view their priest charred bodies hanging from a post. Mothers and children lie tramped in the dust of the streets and the babies crying, but there are no arms to hold them. The living is left in a state of penury and starving to the brink of cannibalism and all of this is from the results of the fall of Roma, the fall of order, the fall of the church, the fall of civilization and those who were the guardians of the western world. Satan walks in through the unguarded backdoor.

The people pray for hope, they pray for salvation and restoration. They ask. Where is hope? Where is God? How much more must we suffer? Why does God not answer? Who will come and restore order? The holy prophets answer to the people.

O Italia! Your allies have betrayed you and your foes have become your masters. All your splendor has departed, your princes run like frighten deer and your knights have fallen to the enemy. Italia has sinned greatly, and the people have become uncleaned and have allowed the pagans to rule. You have sin against God. Roma has fallen, and it was more than astonishing, it was disgraceful.

The people groan, and they now stretch out their hands for crumbs of molded bread. They barter their treasures for food.

They cry, O Lord! My Lord, consider us! We have affliction upon affliction, suffering upon suffering, our sins have bound us into a yoke. We cannot withstand any more. The Lord God is righteous, yet we sinned and rebelled against your laws. We have betrayed you and now our swords are dull, our spears are broken, and our warriors are dead. You have dealt justice with us because of our sins. Now we plead for your mercy and forgiveness and ask for your help. Please do not turn your ear on us!

Little did the people know that the answer was already in progress, the seeds had been planted years ago and it lays among themselves to tend the soil. God did not leave dear Italia. He lives within the people. He has set his foundation within his people. He always provides, and He will help those, who believe and help themselves. It is up to the people to rise-up and submit themselves to Him and He will meet them with open arms. It was the people who left God and went their selfless ways to worship pagan idols and they did not abide in His laws and they went into the ways of the world. It was the people who left the door unguarded and did not protect Christianity in the Church. But God already had a plan in place. He will restore Christianity and bring to light the truth of His son, Jesus. He will call for the people to be the warriors of their own lands. He shall raise them up to be Saviors of Italia. For they all have been called to unite as one and Yee shall be called The Christian Alliance. The seeds are spouting and growing, and they were planted in good soil and watered, nurtured and in when in season, they will bear the good fruit. The seeds of warriors shall be called when the harvest is ripe. Then it will be time to stand and fight for the truth and for what is yours, reclaim your lands, restore your churches, proclaim Jesus Christ as the Son of God, and as the Trinity of the Holy Spirit."

Satan implements a mass complex of famines, pestilences, plagues, diseases, starvation, cannibalism and confusion of minds. With appearances of demon dragons, sea monsters, and giants. He rules by fear and lies and brings forth the worshippers of the underworld, of evil demons, devils, Mages, Shamans, Wicca’s, Wizards, Warlocks, Necromancers and Sorcerers. It is a time of which Satan enters the unprotected minds of rulers to conspire in assignations and of plots, political over throws and where bloodlines have no loyalty. It is a time when Satan whispers to the ears and enters the hearts of kings, queens, barons, generals to bring corruption and for the obsession of power, with no respect or loyalty to anyone. the time has come, for God fearing men to stand up against the unseen evils, proclaim the truth and the ever-lasting strength of God will prevail, and which will rein the earth as we wait for the return of our King Jesus Christ.

In the beginning was the WORD, and the WORD was with GOD, and the WORD was GOD (John1:1 KJV) And the WORD was made flesh, and dwelt among us (John 1:14, KJV) … JESUS CHRIST is the WORD and he is God! … AND HE WILL RETURN!

The Battlefield

CHAPTER ONE

T housands of arrows are whistling through the air, flying from all directions, javelins, spears and throwing axes are hurling. The sky is darkening from the thunderous rain and thick aerial arsenal. There is no sun shine in death. The sounds of dying men crying in pain for mercy and horses neighing and snorting anguished grunts, as they fall gored, along with their riders. Loud clashes of metal slamming against metal, swords, axes and shields colliding in a furious battle and the moans, grunts and anguish yells of exerted strength against strength and the battle cries of those raging in this vicious fight, is the worst nightmare of these warrior’s lives. This is a battle that could not be prevented, it was destined to happen, a battle of all battles, came true.

A weary prince in his blood stained black armor, stands on a mound of mutilated soldiers and the smell of death surrounds him. Thousands of maimed bodies laid out covering the ground like a splatter red lumpy carpet of human carnage and leaving no bare dry ground left to stand on. The blood runs in broken red streams, mixed with muddy water as the heavy rain pours down. The sky is darkening almost as night and so it the future of the brave men and women fighting in battle of good and evil. The warrior prince stands in awe of what his eyes are witnessing as the blood drops off the rim of his black helm like red raindrops. Blood runs off his right glove hand, dripping down the gold hilt of his sword and spattered bright red blood contrast on his black armor and his bright shining blade is now dimmed by the covering of red blood.

As far as he can see, thousands of soldiers are betrothed in a fierce hand-to-hand combat. He sees the bloody faces of people he once knew as comrades, lying dead and he looks at those of still standing, crowded in a fierce fight, stepping on bodies as they fight. Leaning on his Iron Staff of Power with the blue mounted gemstone. Gripping the staff firm in his left hand trying to rest his weary body for a minute and his right hand firmly holds the steel claymore sword of lighting. It hangs heavy and he lets the tip rest on the ground. His weary arms are heavy, his body aches from the numerous blows his armor has taken, and he is panting trying to get a quick rest. A horrific scream comes from a man to his left side and he sees an arm flying in the air with a hand still attached to the sword and it drops before him.

The enemy army greatly outnumbers them, but his army has been out numbered before, but this time they are over-matched against experienced mercenary warriors and those who possess dark demonic powers. The Christians warriors battle against the evils of Satan, giants fighting giants, saints fighting demons, warriors against warriors, and for the finale of battle of battles.

The prince whispers, God save us! Where are your angels. Could this be the Armageddon? The young prince warrior questions. What is this place? This must be a dream? Is this the spoken Armageddon? It is said there will be rivers of blood. It is said there will be death upon death.

He looks down, his feet are standing on a mangled corpse and the blood is flowing on the ground and connects to a larger stream.

If this is a dream, it is so clear, so vivid, so real … the sounds, the smell of death, they are so real.

He wiggles his fingers on his sword to be sure, and he can sense the acceleration of adrenaline rushing in his body and the high alertness to stay alive… the senses are real. His heart is pounding; the blood is rushing in his veins, his breaths are short and anxious, but where is this place?

Wake up! Wake up! No, no, this is not happening! I’m dreaming! Wake up!

But he can’t wake up. He realizes that this is not a dream, because he can feel the soreness of his muscles and the pain on his body from the hard strikes he has received, and he feels the sweat dripping on his face. He licks his lips with his dry tongue and he can taste the tangy salt of sweat and blood. He can smell the death. He takes staggered deep breathes and his torso aches from sore broken ribs and he is unable to fill his lungs with air. He hears the constant cries of death; his eyes scan the field once more and he sees the torment in the faces of men as they struggle against superior evil forces and reality finally hits him.

This is not a dream, this is real.

The blood is real and so are the sounds of swords clashing and the screams of agony are real. He wiggles his fingers again to be sure and he can feel his grip on the hilt of his cold bloody sword and the cold Iron Staff he lends on and it is also real.

He whispers to himself. Oh, yes, this is real, this is my end.

Suddenly a hard-vicious blow comes at his backside just below his shoulders and pummels him forward, stealing his breath away. The blow is so hard that it makes his head whip backward, he releases his sword and staff and he lands on his hands and knees and he blacks out for a second, and collapses on his face, blank minded. Sparkles of light appears in his head and he blinks, and he is dazed, all is blurry, but he is alive. All the strength has left his body and he can’t move, he is helpless, he can’t breathe, and his helm is down in a puddle of muddy blood. He tilts his head, just high enough to take a staggered breath and he coughs and spits blood. His mind is racing with confusion, he must move, or he will die, and he desperately grasps short breaths of air and tries to move. The blow was so great he can feel it to the front in his lungs and he wheezes in pain, trying to move, but his face falls back in the puddle again, blood flows out of his mouth and nostrils. He plows his face through the muddy blood to the right and he realizes that both of his hands are empty, and he has lost his sword and staff, and it seems like long minutes passing when it has only been seconds. The sounds from the battlefield are slow, his head is buzzing. He lifts-up his head up higher out of the puddle and coughs up more blood and he looks for his sword that flew uncontrollably out of his hand from the hard blow. In a blur he sees it, the blade still glows, but it is out of his reach and he feels with his left hand and his fingers finds the Iron Staff He pushes himself up and he falls back down again. His strength is gone, and he is in great pain, he knows he is injured and he pushes harder and grunts and manages to roll over to his left side, picking up his staff to cross his body in attempt to block his opponent’s next blow. He sees him in a blur, he is a giant of a man and the prince blinks his eyes to regain his focus. He quickly whispers a pled. "God help me."

A large heavy black iron axe is all he sees coming down on his face and he is frozen.… He isn’t strong enough to block it.

"I’m going to be killed!

The prince yells out. WAAA! MY LORD JESUS! HELP!

The Prophecy

CHAPTER TWO

K ing Isaac’s wife, Saria, gives him 2 sons, Isaac Miliano di Bruce and Sorka di Bruce. Miliano the elder, is killed in a battle at the age of 16. In the same skirmish, King Isaac suffers an injury from a contaminated spear which bored deep into his bone. Infection sets in his thigh and he is sick for weeks with fever and inflammation. The infection gnaws slowly into his flesh and develops into a poisonous gangrene and the physicians have no choice but to amputate his left leg from his hip. But the king waited too long to make his decision and the poison has gone too far.

It is stormy rainy night, loud thunder and great cracks of lightening brighten the dark skies. Through the tall colored stained-glass windows, from the king chambers, flashes of light brighten the King’s bed. Outside the castle, four riders in brown long hooded oil skin coats, come in a fast gallop toward the gates, splashing through puddles of mud. A guard above the Gatehouse shouts down below.

IT’S THE HIGH PRIEST! STAND DOWN!

Weak, King Isaac has called for his best friend and mentor, Priest Regis, a prophet of God. Isaac’s wife, Queen Saria and his young surviving son, prince Sorka, are at his bedside. The grievous thought of losing her husband, just weeks after losing her oldest son, is too much for her heart to bear. The physicians have concluded there is nothing more they can do and left. The priest with his entourage of three disciples are rushed into the castle. Pineto, his faithful steward, knocks before entering and announces the High Priest. Regis instructs his disciples to wait outside. He slowly comes to his friend’s side and gently holds his hand and he feels that he is burning with fever. Isaac slowly opens his eyes and manages a weak smile.

It pleases me you came. Says Isaac in a frail weak whisper.

Regis sadden steel blue eyes, looks towards Saria, and she is wearing a defeated face, stained with dried tears and red spider web weary eyes, that no longer can cry. Prince Sorka, is doing his best to stand strong, but his weary face shows the strain of seeing his father dying.

Regis replies in his soft caring voice. Of, course! You are my true friend and my King.

Sorka brings him a chair and Regis sits next to Isaac still holding his hand and Isaac coughs as he tries to speak, Regis gently lifts his head and helps him with a drink of water.

Ah! Thank you! The king manages a half smile. I had a strange dream last night. (More coughing.) I must tell you. (Coughs) Please my prophet, before I die, listen to my dream and tell me the meaning of it.

Queen Saria gently props his head with another pillow and she applies a cool wet cloth on his foreman in attempt to lower the fever.

Regis answers. Yes, with God’s help, I will try.

Frail Isaac begins. I saw in my dream, the earth trembled, and the ground open up and swallowed cities, hundreds of thousands were killed. Mountains were split open and from the open fiery earth came out four demon dragons and they flew and attacked the people and burned down cities and thousands consumed in the fires. He coughs. "The fires burnt for many days and no army could kill the dragons. Then they disappeared, and no one knew the reason why.

Later, here in Umbria, three dragons appear, and one attacks Torrance! The people are in terror. Then a young beautiful golden lion raises up and he slays the dragons. He raises a great army under the Banner of Jehovah- Nissi! An angel speaks to me and says: (Isaac, coughing and clears his throat)

This is the beginning of a great war against evilness, between the underworld and the heavens above and it will take place here on this earth. Men will battle with demons. The foundation has been laid, the seeds have been planted and the season is near.

Isaac coughs and chokes and Saria gently wets his lips with a moist towel and Regis offers another drink of water and Isaac shakes his head no. He recovers and breathes better and his son Sorka is intensely listening to every word, knowing that if his father dies, then he is the heir and will be King of Torrance. Isaac continues as Saria holds his other hand.

Today, an angel came to me and said:

Isaac! You have been Jehovah’s faithful warrior! You have defended his lands well! He has chosen you from the beginning. On this land, you tilled the good soul and laid the foundation and the Lord has planted the seeds. In season, leaders will rise-up and the people will unite and fight the evils of Satan and the land will be free from the wiles of pagans and witchcraft. But Woo! To the armies who try to come against God. For there will be a great army of Jehovah who will war against them and will war against the demons of the underground and they shall be defeated. Isaac, from your seed, a great warrior shall lead this army and he shall be a Chosen Warrior of God. He with others will drive out the pagans and they shall have the authority to cast the demons into the abyss. They shall be called the Saviors of Italia! Rest now and be assured that your efforts shall not be for noth and you will be well received and greatly rewarded in heaven.

Regis lowers his forehead on the King’s chest and he whispers a prayer, and everyone knells in prayer and Isaac closes his eyes. Minutes later King Isaacs reopens his eyes and extends his hand to touch Regis’ face. Regis gently lifts-up his head and gently holds his hand on his face and King Isaac closes his other hand on top and his draws Regis closer and he whispers for only Regis to hear.

I now know who you are. You are the guardian angel Alanis and you were appointed to me, sent by the Lord.

Isaac’s eyes slowly close again and this time, he sleeps forever. Regis never had a chance to answer him, but he knows that Isaac will find his answer in heaven. Sorka and Saria both look at each other in question wondering what did the king whisper to Regis. Regis quietly stands and speaks to Saria.

He shall surely be missed. The angels will rejoice and receive him well in heaven, this I know. He will live in paradise and he will live in joy and with no more suffering. Regis turns to the prince and gives him advice.

Draw thee close to the Lord and he shall draw near you. Ask him for wisdom, with an humble heart and be obedient in his laws, the burden is now on you.

Regis begins to walk to the door and Prince Sorka stops him.

Wait! What of the dream? He asks.

Regis stops and slowly turns around and answers. I shall require some days in solitude prayer and meditation to receive confirmation of this dream. Then when the time is right, and not sooner, I shall reveal the interpretation.

Regis with sorrow and grief slowly exits and Saria weeps. Outside on the steps of the castle and in the rain, Regis stops and turns to his disciples and says.

Pray for our Queen and pray Prince Sorka and pray for Torrance for bad times lie ahead. Our leader is gone … but have faith. For one is coming.

Young Sorka sadly leaves to his own chambers and barely 15 years of age, he pours a strong drink and he sits solemnly and thinking of what his father said of his dream. He pours another drink and he begins to think of the power he will gain, when he is crowned King. He continues careless drinking and the thought of power, and becoming a ruler of Torrance, makes his ego swell and he becomes prideful. Sorka drinks until he is drunk, and he can’t stand up to walk to his bed and he falls back into his chair and passes out from drunkenness. The dark spirit of Satan sends a demon into his room and the demon speaks in his ear while he is asleep. Santa knows the weakness and the greediness of Sorka and he has allowed the sin of greed, pride and drunkenness to enter his mind and his soul and the devil whispers to him.

Prince Sorka, your father’s dream is prophecy of you. You are the Chosen Warrior."

After ten days of mourning Regent Queen Saria is weak in mind and health and not capable of ruling, so she has passed the rule to the Church and her 15-year-old son. Sorka objects and claims himself as king and sole ruler. Saria corrects him and she remains as the Regent Queen and the Church has the ruling voice. The eager, ambitious, young prince, has a selfish, greedy desire for power, and an evil spirit has entered his soul. Sorka doesn’t follow the advice of Priest Regis, he doesn’t seek God, nor does he listens to anyone. He has hatred and he seeks vengeance and he calls for his father’s army to assemble for retaliation.

Prophet Regis hears that Sorka has assembled the army and he comes hurriedly to the Bruce Castle to consult with him. Regis is announced in the King’s Court and he enters in with his usual entourage escorts. Prince Sorka, although not yet crowned as king sits in his father’s throne and Regis takes notice and finds it a bit odd. Sorka waits for the Prophet to approach and to kneel before him but Regis does not. Instead, Regis stops half way and only bows, and he is waiting for Prince Sorka to step down to greet him. Sorka seats back cockily and then he speaks.

My Holy Prophet! Sorka stands up off the throne and then he slowly bows his head and speaks softly. How gracious of you to come and see me. Sorka finally steps down the platform steps and walks towards the prophet. My holiness, why you do not knell to me? Am I not your ruler and Prince? Am I not your future King?

Immediately, Regis senses the evil spirit is dwelling in the young prince’s soul and he can see the change in Sorka’s attitude.

Yes! You are prince and not yet a King, and your mother is Queen Regent Ruler and she has passed the rule back to the Church. Regis pauses, and he is not pleased with the attitude of Sorka. I find it odd to see you are sitting on the King’s Throne?

Aah! Yes! Cocky Sorka spins around and looks back up at the throne. Well, it’s just a matter of time, I just getting accustom to the position.

Prince Sorka! Regis replies in a low regretful soft voice. You have separated from the Church’s advice and the grace of God. Do not get too comfortable, may I remind you that only with the Church’s approval you shall be king.

What does that mean?

Before your father was king, the Church ruled. It was the people and the approval of the Church who crowned him King. The King has passed away and if the Regent Queen can no longer rule, it goes back to the Church to rule and the vote of the people and the Church is yet not for you to claim my prince.

What?

It’s written in the King’s annals and Church laws, my prince.

Sorka quickly changes the conversation, remembering the laws and then he asks. May I receive God’s daily blessing upon me before I my departure?

Where are you going, that you will require God’s blessings?

I shall lead my army to patrol our land for raiders. I’ve received reports from my scouts, that bandits have been sighted. He knells before Regis to receive his blessings.

Regis hesitates and then he slowly replies with a nod of approval. Of, course my son, I shall pray for the protection and restoration of our land and the people, but this action which you take is of your own and not with the approval of God and you do not have my blessings of the Church for your actions.

Sorka is confused as he was expecting his personal blessings and Regis has refused. Regis comes to his ear and whispers to Sorka.

I wish to speak with you alone and in your fathers’ study, in private.

Sorka finds this unusual and Regis leads him to his father’s study and Regis waits for him to dismiss the guards and Regis dismisses his disciples and he shuts and locks the large double doors. Sorka is nervous senses tension from Regis and this must be of a great importance and he takes a seat and rests his arms and his hands grip the arms of the leather cushion chair. Regis paces and Sorka knows of his mannerism and he waits.

Regis begins "How is Queen Saria, your mother?’

She is doing well as expected. Excuse my holiness, you did not summon me in privacy to inquire of my mother’s health.

Regis replies in a soft gentle voice. No, I did not. He pauses. My son, I taught your father the patience ways of the Lord and I wish to mentor you also on that trait. The first lesson is to seek the Lord with all your soul, mind and body and always wait on God and allow God to move and do not lean on your own understanding, for the ways of the Lord are above our ways. Your father was a humble man and a good listener of men and of God.

Regis pauses for a response and Sorka does not reply and finally nods a yes and seems to pacify Regis with his agreement of a nod. But Regis knows it’s not sinking in because of the evil spirit that is in his soul and he pleads a second time with more direction; and using an example.

When I received word that you have assembled the King’s Elite Knights and with attentions of hunting bandits and highwaymen, I wasted no time to come and speak with you. Please heed to my request, be wise as your father and be patient and humble yourself before God and let us wait for guidance of God. For this not the time for you to retaliate, this action is not God’s ways. God deploys his angels to research and review a situation. They report back and then He decides, but in his time and not yours. When He acts, hours are like days and days are seasons and years to us. God has no time limits and He controls all things and when you understand that, then you understand to be patient and obedient.

Sorka remains slump down on the padded leather high-back chair with a non-caring bored attitude. Regis paces and he begins to speak with a little more firmness and he orders.

Do not go out as a mindless rogue trying to avenge your father’s death by searching for every band of bandits you may find. This is not your father’s ways, nor is it the way of the Lord and this mannerism will not answer to any good. This a selfish act of pride, and you will only be in disobedience of the Lord and this action will only result in sinful disobedience and a bad reputation for you. Do not allow evil to speak in your heart, repent of your ways, draw nigh to God. If you do this evil deed, then you will be no better than the evil raiders who put the poisonous spear which caused the death of your father. This action will create bitterness and hatred within your soul and the judgment of the Lord shall be upon you!

The sin of pride and ego is in strong the heart of the young imprudent prince and Satan’s demon has done his work and he blocks his ears and hardens the heart of the prince. The prince stands up to Regis and brashly speaks his own mind.

Let it to be known to all the people in Torrance and to all villas and clans in lower Umbria, and to all the raiders, highwaymen, and bandits! That I am a warrior and I am not a weak leader. I will not stand aside nor, will I yield. I will not tolerate any raiders in my land. Can you understand me?

Regis drops his head in disappointment knowing that Sorka’s ears are deaf and he is disobedient to the ways of the Lord and Regis paces as he usually does and his bright blue eyes lift-up to his and he sighs and replies in a soft advising voice.

Yes … I understand. I understand that you a prideful immature warrior and are you using the word I and not He, because with God it is always He … the I is prideful, a selfish word, a word of one person and you are being obstinate. This is not the way I taught your Father, and this is not the way he would want you to be. Your neighbors trusted your father and had favor with him. This is not the way of the Lord. Regis steps closer face to face with Sorka. He is a word of submission and obedience. Your father was an obedient King and he did whatever He said. You are young and brash, and you have much to learn. With a hard-firm voice, he says. Now you listen to me young Sorka. Do as I say, for the words which cometh from my mouth are not my own, they are of the spoken words of the spirit of God. Help your people, times are difficult, many are jobless and hungry. Help your neighbors for they too are suffering. Focus on your people, let God deal with your enemies."

Young Sorka maintains his stand. If I am to lead my people, then I shall lead with a firm hand and a sharp sword. I shall not show weakness towards my enemies.

Regis steps away and again he lowers his head down and continues to search a path of reaching the stubborn prince and with a peaceful controlled mood and peace in his words, he says.

It is wise to listen to God and in maintaining harmony with your neighbors. Remember, of these words of which I speak to you now. Treat your neighbors well and they will return the compliment. Protect them just as you would protect your own kingdom and you will gain their trust and they will come to your aid in time of need. Be good and show mercy to those who come against you and take from you and the Lord will repay you with His mercy and He will judge your enemies. A lesson from the scriptures tell us. If a lord comest to you and ask for food and drink because he does not have enough to feed his guest at his daughter’s wedding. Give him more than required and send your servants to help and send gifts. Then you will find yourself in favor of this man. Give from your heart and you will be blessed. These words are not from my own lips. They are wise words from the spirit of the Lord which dwells within me. Another pause. Do not threaten your enemies, do not frighten your neighbors with violate rampage but keep them in your good favor with peace in the lands. Visit with them and with gifts and assure them you are there for them. As God shows his mercy for you, show your mercy for them. Your father earned the respect of all his neighbors and his enemies. His neighbors were always ready to stand with him in battle when he needed them, and his enemies feared him. Be obedient to the ways of the Lord, and if you do not obey and act on your own, then you stand alone and be in sin. Where there is sin, the spirit of the Lord cannot dwell and where there is the Spirit of the Lord, sin will not dwell. For evil and goodness, cannot dwell together in your soul. Decide carefully my son. Whom will you serve and serve faithfully?

Regis turns and briskly exits leaving Sorka feeling as if he was spoken to as a child. Sorka dismisses his order to assemble the army and he decides to heed to the advice of Regis and wait.

Fours-days have gone by, and on that morning the impatient and impudent prince leads a small army of 150-cavalry, roaming the countryside searching for rogue bandits and raiders. He encounters several small bands of Orc Razormanes and rogue Goths and he kills many renegade bandits. As positive results, the trade routes become safer and trade increases and Sorka orders escorts on large salt shipments from Porto Garibaldi. The Umbrian Ostrogoth governor and Philistines from the north, take note of his aggressive actions, but they decide it is not worth their time, they care not for the Orcs. The small Umbrian villages worry if Sorka will attack them for army. Sorka begins to recruit more soldiers and his army grows larger. But in a negative result, he continues his assault on rogue bandits and his harsh aggressive attitude worries the neighboring lords. They fear this will only stir up the Orcans, Razormanes, Samnites, Vandals and other pagan races, and they keep away from Torrance and they will not deal in trade or have relations, fearing they will considered as allies of Sorka.

A season later, Regis comes again to Sorka. "My Prince, I beseech you to stop with your tyrant