Rise of Dorn
Rise of an Emperor Series
This is the tale of Dorn Bruce. He will later become the father of Caleb Bruce and Captain of the President's Elite Guard. This prequel will follow this legends rise from the bottom, to become the most famous and feared warrior of his time.
They had been hunted across the globe to virtual annihilation. In the end it had been Earth's very President, which facilitated the spread of the Crimson Moon. President Black and his golden era had ruled the planet with an iron fist. Any religious doctrine had been suppressed in the name of peace and prosperity. Now that President Black had begun to colonise the galaxy, Khalid had finally found the means to hide and grow the Crimson Moon's movement to its ultimate goal. Holy War and freedom.
The terror they had rained down on the unbelievers had been savage in the beginning. But they had not counted on Earth's government to respond with such ruthlessness. Khalid himself had nearly become a martyr in the systematic response to his dream of a planet free from the tyranny of science.
However, since the expansion of mankind into the farthest reaches of space. The Crimson Moon had swelled its ranks a thousand fold and were recruiting more and more believers every day. Even the brothers of christianity had had enough of their faith being sanctioned and had joined the struggle against persecution.
Khalid had resisted the inclusion of the old enemy at first. But even he could see reason enough to include their combined strength against Black and his Regiments.
The jungle of the African Congo had become the new heart of the rebellion. Everyday they had to move to avoid detection from the greatly superior technology of the enemy. It was a hard life to endure. Khalid welcomed the lack of home comforts though, as he sat pondering his next move around a dying campfire.
‘The Dominican monks are here Khalid.’ Brother Tarik informed him from the other side of the fire that was being fed with fresh wood to illuminate the meeting of the movements leaders.
The monks came from the militant Dominican sect that had also mobilised quietly for the right time to rise up. Under their long dark robes, Khalid imagined all carried weapons of their order concealed in the folds. He knew they could use them too.
It would be impolite to start these negotiations off on the wrong foot, so did not ask them to remove their arms.
The monks sat around the fire and nodded to Khalid in greeting. They were men of few words. Khalid on the other hand had not called this meeting, and so stared over at his guests with his dark and piercing eyes that seemed to weigh up the souls before him. After what seemed like an age, one of them spoke.
‘Are your warriors prepared?’
Khalid pulled a distasteful face at the christians lack of manners in front of one of the leaders of God. If one of his men had spoken to him this way, without the cival curtisies, he would have flayed them that very night. Circumstances and logic meant that he needed the Dominicans alliance - for now anyway.
‘They are ready Brother Matthew. As we speak the Crimson Moon are spread over a hundred world's, all waiting for the hour to fall. Our holy war, God willing, will be a quick one.’
Brother Matthew was clearly unconvinced.
‘I would not underestimate our enemy Brother Khalid. They have the capability to crush our movement before it has even begun. Just as they did the last time we tried.’
‘This time Brother Matthew, we have the element of surprise. They have enjoyed peace for over fifty years. We will be victorious. Or we will become martyrs for the next wave of the faithful to follow. Either way - we win.’
Sweat poured from the brow of the bald heads of the monks. They must have been roasting underneath their thick robes. Khalid admired their discipline, if not the lack of faith in his ability to coordinate a galaxy wide rebellion.
‘Very well. We of the christian faith are ready to lend our arms to our common struggle. After all; we both worship the same God, even if we do call him by a different name.’
The more time he spent with these christians the more similarities he could find in their religions. They had once been enemies for over two millennia. Ironically it had been their shared enemy that had united them. - Science - and the man behind the new world order: Edward Black, President of Earth and the new colonies. It had been his doing to end the violence between the two faiths.
‘Your commitment to the cause warms my heart Brother Matthew. But please tell me. How many martyrs can you lend to the coming war?’
Brother Matthew hesitated ever so slightly. Clearly he was deciding whether to reveal his entire strength to Khalid.
‘I have over ten thousand men at arms Brother Khalid. Three thousand of them are here on Earth right now,waiting for the order to attack. The only question is, when and where?’
‘I can answer both questions.’ replied Khalid, who now had a feverish gleam in his eyes.
‘In three months the wrath of God will descend upon the faithless in a wave of blood.
I would use the superior skill of your Dominican order to strike at our enemies most feared weapon - The Elite Guard.’
A smile flickered across the face of Brother Matthew. He must have known he would be used to attack a target worthy of his order's skill. The Brothers of Saint Dominic had trained and mastered their bodies in secret for years. Waiting, and preparing for the time when they would slay the enemies of God. But the Elite Guard were a foe for even they to respect. To be a warrior of one of President Black's Regiments, required exceptional ability. But the Elite Guard was a different prospect altogether. They were the best of the best. Black would surround himself with nothing less.
Khalid was sure that behind the Dominicans smile was a spark of fear.
‘Are your brothers up to this most holy endeavour?’
The smile did not leave his face as he replied with a solemn bow. He rose and took out a small dagger, causing a commotion from Khalids own bodyguard. But the leader of the Crimson Moon just raised his hand calmly. A silent order meant for his men to stand down. Brother Matthew looked at Khalid and slid the keen edge of his blade across his hand. The blood from the clean cut dripped freely into the fire.
‘We of the faith will meet any enemy of God. I swear this on my own blood and soul.’
Brother Matthew passed the blade to his ally. Khalid also made a cut across his palm. He needed these christians after all. Today they would be his brothers. When they had finally conquered the rule of science, maybe he would rethink their friendship. They both clasped hands mingling their holy blood that sizzled over the fire.
‘Thank you Brother Matthew. You and those of your order have a place in heaven, of that I am certain. Make your preparations. I want you to throw your entire force at the infidels, in line with the Crimson Moon's galactic movement. Ensure no one lives. Do not stop until you have the head of the President on a spike. I will give the order in three months.’
‘It will be done. God wills it so!’