The Conqueror - Part 1

The sun is bright and so warm against my skin and the air is filled with the scent of jonquils in the old field where I’m idly sitting with my brother Kimmu.

We should be at school, I suppose but the Summer’s so nice and I’d rather be here with my brother listening to the chattering song of the rainbow bird, sitting on top of the wreckage of the big grey statue with the snarling face and and the long stone beard.

“Who is he?”, I’m wondering, “Or was he? That stone man with the fiercesome face whose image now lies shattered in the middle of a deserted field”.

I’m asking my brother Kimmu if he knows because Kimmu is very bright and knows about everything.

“Oh, that’s the statue of Karzan, the conqueror”, he’s telling me as he waves away a fly that has been crawling on his nose, “Our village used to be part of the capital of his great Empire, a long, long time ago. It’s where the name Kazarixan comes from. They say he was a terrible cruel man though”.

I cover the old statues ears, just in case he is listening and then Kimmu tells me more about Karzan.