In the eastern region of the continent of Erras, the armies of two kingdoms stood facing each other: Torok and Monah.
The King of Monah, the cruel Zork Monah, had attacked the land of Torok, carried out raids, and inflicted suffering upon the people. The richest fortresses of the continent of Erras were located in the northern territories of Torok, and Monah had set its eyes on these castles. As a result of the attacks they carried out, the borders had been soaked in blood.
In response, King Alazar Torok of Torok had prepared his army to defend his homeland and had appeared before the Monah forces in a sudden surprise maneuver.
The two armies met at the Greeneye Plain. Surrounded by mountains and open only on two sides, this location was like a perfect trap for war.
King Alazar was a strong, just, and wise ruler. His people loved him, and he loved his people. He had sworn to repel and crush the cruel Monah forces. He stood at the center of his army, in the very front lines.
On the right wing of the Torok army, the king's eldest son, Harzar, commanded. He was tall, handsome, blond and attractive like his mother. However, he was also spoiled, egotistical, arrogant, and militarily incompetent. The king knew this; yet due to the pressure of advisors and viziers, he had appointed him commander of the right wing. Even if unwillingly, he was worried, for he knew his son.
The left wing was commanded by the second prince, Krenes, three years younger than Harzar. Unlike his older brother, he was a complete war prodigy. Sword, spear, bow, mace… he was a master of all weapons. In battle strategy he was at an unreachable level. At the head of his forces, he shouted and raised the morale of his soldiers.
At the very rear of the army stood a small unit waiting as reserves: the Blue Cloaks. They were a small, looked-down-upon force gathered from among the common people, known as undisciplined and weak. This unit was commanded by the king's third son, Prince Mazir.
Mazir's mother was not noble. When the king had been wounded in a previous war, he had taken refuge in a village, and Mazir's mother, Krilin, had treated him. Krilin was a peasant. The king had fallen in love with her and married her, making her a queen in the palace. However, the palace circle had never truly accepted her or her son Mazir. Because they were not of noble blood, they had been scorned, excluded, and belittled.
Yet Mazir possessed more than enough qualities worthy of a king. He was intelligent, calculated, and strategic. Now he commanded a unit just as excluded as he was.
King Alazar rode forward on his horse and began to speak before his army:
"My army! My soldiers! My brave warriors! Today we stand here to destroy this enemy army that attacked our homeland! They slaughtered the innocent and plundered our fortresses. But we stood before them before they could even return to their homes! We will not delay our revenge! They will never again dare to attack the innocent… because today, here, they will all die!"
He paused for a few seconds. Turning his horse toward the enemy, he drew his sword and shouted:
"Forward! Destroy the invading Monah army!"
He charged toward the enemy at full speed. The army followed him.
Krenes advanced from the left, Harzar from the right. The two armies collided in a terrible clash. Swords danced, arrows flew, heavy maces crushed metal and tore flesh, and screams filled the plain.
At the center, thanks to King Alazar fighting at the very front, the battle favored Torok.
On the left wing, Krenes was writing a legend. With a single swing of his axe, he cut down his enemies, his battle cries shaking the earth and sky. His soldiers followed him, driving the Monah forces back.
However, things were going badly on the right wing.
Harzar had failed to command his army properly, giving wrong orders and disrupting the formation of his soldiers. The Monah forces began pushing the right wing back. If this continued, the right side of the Torok army would collapse, and the enemy would strike from behind.
At that very moment, Prince Mazir was supposed to reinforce them with the Blue Cloaks.
But when they looked toward the camp, a shocking sight awaited them.
Mazir and his unit were nowhere to be seen.
It was as if they had never been there at all.
As the battle worsened, some viziers panicked. They rushed to the king.
"My king! Prince Mazir has betrayed us!" they cried.
Just as the right wing was about to collapse…
A horn echoed from the mountains.
From behind the Monah army!
Everyone turned in shock.
Prince Mazir had circled through a hidden mountain path and struck the Monah army from the rear.
On horseback, sword drawn, he cut down every Monah soldier who stood before him with cold precision. The Blue Cloaks, once belittled, fought with perfect discipline. Each one felled at least three enemies.
Everyone was stunned.
Everyone except one.
Prince Krenes.
He knew his brother. He knew Mazir could turn even men considered useless into disciplined warriors. Indeed, Mazir had secretly trained the Blue Cloaks for months.
With this surprise assault, the Monah army began to crumble. The king's forces and Krenes's troops gave the enemy no chance to breathe. Even Harzar's wing began to recover.
But then came the moment that would completely change the fate of the battle.
King Zork of Monah attacked Mazir.
He knocked him from his horse and lunged at him.
"I am losing because of you!" he roared. "The mountain path was closed! How is this possible?!"
Mazir rolled and rose to his feet. He blocked Zork's sword strike with his own.
With cold eyes, he looked at his opponent.
"You underestimated me like everyone else," he said. "Now you will pay the price."
Zork was a massive man—two meters tall, muscular, and savage. Mazir seemed to have no chance against him.
But Mazir was agile. Cold-blooded. He parried every strike with mastery.
Zork made a furious, powerful swing.
Mazir ducked beneath it.
With a swift movement, he slashed the back of his enemy's knee.
As Zork fell to his knees, Mazir severed his head from his body in a single motion.
He lifted the head into the air.
"This is the head of Zork, King of Monah!" he shouted.
"The Monah have lost! Torok has won!"
Seeing this, the Monah soldiers either fled or surrendered.
That day, a battle that had been on the verge of defeat turned into a great victory thanks to Prince Mazir.
King Alazar dismounted, grasped his son's right hand, and raised it into the air.
"We owe today's victory to our Prince Mazir and the Blue Cloaks!" he declared.
"Bards and poets will call this battle the 'Blue Dream!'"
And truly, everything had felt like a dream.