Part 2 of Warring Kingdoms. Also, if anyone spots a typo please don't hesitate to tell me.
About this creation
From Kianga it was only about a day’s boat ride to Whanga. There were twelve other passengers on the boat, which was nice, considering the boat was.
“So; how come you’ve never left Kianga if you, hated so much?” questioned Whero. “I don’t hate Kianga. It’s just… some of the people there, ya know?” Ahora admitted. “But it’s scary; to leave your home, with no idea of what you’re going to do next.” “Yes, I suppose it is.” Whero replied.
Before long the boat ported at Whanga, coming to a slightly rough stop. “You ever been here before?” Whero asked. “Nope.” The two exited the boat, Whero gazed over the harbor, eagle eyed. He saw someone turn his back to their direction, and instantly, Whero felt sure that this was his good friend, Kohatu.
“That’s him.” Whero in a surprisingly calm voice, considering the circumstance of the situation.
“You’re sure?” Ahora questioned. “Yes”. The two proceeded to chase after him, trying not to lose sight of their target. “Kohatu!” Whero shouted as they got closer. Immediately the man turned to them, and he was, indeed, Kohatu. “Whero?” he said, almost as if wasn’t sure that this wasn’t a dream. The two locked eyes, stepped toward each other, and embraced in a rather rough hug.
“Haha! Well you obviously made it! It you long enough.” Kohatu jested. “Long enough indeed.” Whero said. “Oh! This is Ahora. Ahora, I guess you know who this is.” Whero said, introducing his two friends. He explained what had happened, and he had met Ahora, but Kohatu had his own story to tell.
“I was captured.” Kohatu confessed grimly. “By soldiers of Mahanga. After throwing me in their dungeon, they decided ‘umm, actually, we’re gonna take you to the boss man’ so-“ “Wait- they took you to see the King of Mahanga?” Whero interrupted. “Yes. But he's no king. He is a vile beast of evil. An ancient enemy Basileia faced thousands of years ago: one of the Dark Lords.”
“No…” Whero said solemnly. “Wait wait wait, the Dark Lords? As in, the Nine Dark Lords of legend?” Ahora interjected. “So you’ve heard the legend?” Kohatu asked “Well, no not really. I’ve heard of it, but…” “Well,” Whero began, “supposedly, when the universe first sparked life, evil soon manifested into a living being: the Shadowbringer, as the legends call him. Soon after this, the Shadowbringer split itself into nine separate beings, the Nine Dark Lords, or the Sons of the Shadowbringer as stories call them.”
Whero continued “The legends say that the Dark Lords hid a seed inside their soul. This seed fed off of death, anger, hatred, sadness, all that stuff, right? So the more of that kind of thing the Darks Lords brought into the universe, the more the seed in their soul grew, and so, the more powerful they became.”