Long ago, there was a beautiful and abundant land called Hiberia. It was a magical place of floating mountains, gargantuan trees and faerie creatures. In the whole of the land, there was only one kingdom, Dreozakkha. The kingdom was prosperous and on first look, the people seemed happy but underneath that facade was fear. Dreozakkha’s ruler, King Eric was a vindictive, greedy and self-serving ruler. If any of his subjects dared to question him, they were put to death immediately. He was a good ruler when it came down to the well being of the kingdom but his cruel streak was a hard stain to remove from his overall reputation.
Eric had three younger brothers who he adored and helped raise when their parents had died. He spoiled them and gave them whatever they wanted. His wife constantly chastised him about it but he would wave her concerns away. He knew his brothers would never betray him after all he done for them. He took them hunting, gave them horses and women, and even a legion of guards for each of them. The brothers, Henry, Jack and John seemed to have it all.
As in all family lines, there was one trait
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But after fulfilling the devil’s order of conquering the rest of Hiberia, he grew restless. He was not content with the amount of power he has due to his greediness, and, as a result, challenged Diablo for more power over the devil’s domain. But Eric underestimated the power of Diablo and was defeated. Seeing this as an act of treason the devil took away Eric’s soul and plunged into the deepest part of hell. As for Hiberia, due to the war between the three kingdoms and Eric’s path of destruction the land of Hiberia could not recover and later slowly decayed into nothing more than a barren wasteland. As time passes by Hiberia slowly turned into nothing more than a myth, a myth of how the actions of one man, one family, and one deal caused the place around them to become something that was never to be seen or heard from
On Eric’s first day, while in homebase he recognizes the boy who ran past him this summer. He learns that this kid is David Hallenbeck. David is the center of all of Griffin’s bullying. Mary, one of the girls that was with Griffin, walks up the Eric and tells him to stay away from Hallenbeck, after noticing Eric looking at David.
One of the choices Erik Fisher made is when Eric would be mean to paul. Now paul is scared of Eric so Paul will not tell his parents what Eric does because his parent think he has very bad eyes and he cant see good. The
In A Warriors Heart, Eric is also going through his hero's journey too, he was a Student at Duke who studied abroad and had some humanitarian trips that changed his perspective. He went to China where he was arrested and detained while they questioned him about America. In 1995 he had a humanitarian trip that changed him for the better; Eric was in Rwanda where there was already lots of violence and once was held at gunpoint. A few years later he decided to join the military (but most of
Eric’s problem began when he was the new kid in town when he met David Hallenback, the minor character, running away from someone with ketchup all over his body, looking terrified, and glancing back again and again while he ran. By this scene, Eric could guess that Hallenback was bullied. After Hallenback left, he saw a group of boys and a girl, on their bikes. The boy who seems to be the leader Griffin asked about Hallenback. At this time, Eric could observe the relationship between Griffin’s gang and Hallenback and it
Patti’s exclusion demonstrates the modern ideas Eric missed due to his involvement in the war and thus provide context as to why Eric found it incredibly difficult to move from his past into an unrecognisably modern present. Comparably, Dorrigo is also seen to struggle to leave the war behind him although this is more due to his reluctance to return to a life of sedentary with Ella rather than live a more controversial life with Amy.
Eric is a character created by J.B Priestley Personally; there aren't any connections between Priestley's past and Eric. From Eric’s point of view, the whole story wasn't for him, rather he was just a side character
Good King Richard, you must understand the nature of humans in order to effectively rule them. For starters, they are not to be trusted as you must already know, humans are deceitful and lying animals. Do not believe anyone who pledges their allegiance as you will likely lose your throne to the one you trust the most. Secondly you must understand that human emotion is erratic and ignorant; therefore having people be obedient because they like you will work, but it is better to always have the power to strike fear in their hearts. People will sometimes obey you for your love, but will always be loyal in fear for their lives. With that said, you must also take care to avoid any course of action that may tarnish your reputation and cause your
Everywhere there was blood, littered on the ground flowing like a river between each piece of grass. Stronghold never wanted this! He just wanted what was rightfully his. The crown, the kingdom, everything around was meant to be his. Stronghold couldn’t understand why his father gave the crown and everything that went with it to his brother. It just didn’t make any since.
Many centuries ago, in a land of the far-reaching north, where the sun rarely has chance to touch the hearts of its people, was a kingdom named Fuar; ruled by a king of a most cruel and avaricious disposition. No such man with so extreme a lust for power, and dissatisfaction with the extent of his own riches, existed in any of the four corners of the earth. Were money in the form of a woman, he would certainly have entrapped her in matrimony. The king had but one son, the prince of this land of ice, a relatively genial fellow who appeared to have not inherited his father's avid greed. However, if the prince had but one unerring flaw, it was blind adoration for his covetous
In a little Island near Europe, there lived a wealthy and powerful king. He was well known as the best and the mightiest king in the whole world, he was named Lawrence. He was only 14 when his father died from Malaria. Lawrence became the king of the island after the incident and ruled at a young age. He had a hard childhood, his mother and brother died when he was only 6 years old. It was said that some of the castle’s servants had tried to poison the whole family, but the only ones who were poisoned were his mother and brother who died a few days after. No one knew who poisoned them so Lawrence’s father fired all the servants and replaced them with new servants. This is why Lawrence became a very selfish and uncaring king.
Some of the characters in the story wanted power but are not willing to do it the appropriate way. Without a doubt, these characters are devious, conniving, back stabbing people. Time and time after they did unimaginable efforts to gain power. More, Brutes and others slaughtered
I stood in front of everyone and begun the story. “Ladies and gentlemen , today I bring you a truth story of a king that forged our society. This is the story of Vergil the Uniter and I may or may not write this last-minute. Vergil was born a weak child. The doctors declared that he would survive a week due a common cold. The 900’s weren't exactly the zenith of medicine. Even at young age this man was born with a will to survive. Vergil was the youngest of his family.His father was king of a small weak nation that constantly was harassed by other countries. The king was also a tyrant who oppressed his citizen. Vergil’s brother became power-hungry and tricked him into killing his father. They gave him a poisoned drink to give to his father and lied that it was a gift. With the king dead, the brothers were about to start a civil war for the right to rule. Vergil quickly thought ahead about the deaths and other evils a civil war would bring on the country. He pleaded with his brother to settle the dispute in a coliseum match. Vergil entered and won but he regretted it until he died. Some sources say his last words were “brother ,how I wish my hands did not shed your blood.” However he knew in their hands the country would go down.He also killed the corrupt officials that were in charge. Around age 20 or 21, Vergil led the country against one of its bullies. The army conquer the country and soon many more fell. The new king was a smart man and
Without a warning, a sharp needle begins to stab you over and over again. You feel lightheaded as your vision blurs and objects seem to shift about. Within half an hour, your entire body is stained red and you are starving, cold, and abandoned. You have just contracted the Red Death, a plague that has killed nearly half the kingdom. Your family and friends have either died or have left you in fear or developing the disease themselves. And although you are in extreme agony, one emotion triumphs over your pain: resentment. Each year, the prince of the kingdom would raise taxes higher and higher, claiming he would use it to advance and protect the region. But now, when the kingdom is in the highest need of his assistance, the prince has suddenly disappeared with his nobles inside his castle, where he is safe from the plague. The cold-hearted and mindless nobles who choose to sacrifice everyone else for their own lives were deserving of death.
So i set myself for the travel. I packed food, water, tents, weapons, and armor. It took three days and two nights. To get to the castle on top of Mount. Kimmopalisis. I reached the castle doors. I could hear anger roar past through those doors. The fear of innocent souls inside. I knocked down the castle doors. Drawing my sword I jump and made a nice incision in Queen Merlesa dragon. A black mist started to form out of this creature. Screaming and aching noises followed as the mist went into the nothingness. I could feel the spring warmth as i walked outside to get a look. I took a deep breath and said, “Now I am the Queen and this is my Kingdom of Simra. I shall treat my people with the kindness and equality as they
Nine surrounding towns inhabited the continent, and all the near peoples around the villages would come to Umuofia to bathe in the aura of a beaming brute stood to its glorious subgroup’s name. Everyone collectively praised and admired the strong, vain leader that went by the name Okonkwo. Ever since Okonkwo was young, he was ashamed of his apathetic, lethargic, and gynic father, Unoka. The trashy image of Unoka thrusted Okwonko’s self through power and success. He wouldn’t sheepishly be cowered into the horror of death like back then.