Pyarod Army 1

The Beginning:

Rogan stood outside his home late at night, perched atop a towering mountain, playing with his loyal dog. Suddenly, a rustling sound broke the silence. He turned his head swiftly—but there was nothing there. Shrugging it off, he continued playing, but the eerie noise returned. This time, when he looked, he saw it—Scorpion Silamodor Roja.

The creature had the body of a man, yet his skin was a dark, shadowy blue. Instead of human legs, he had the deadly, armored limbs of a scorpion, each movement whispering against the ground. But as he walked forward, he skillfully concealed them behind him.

Rogan's heart pounded. His hands clenched around a sturdy wooden staff, and in sheer panic, he lunged at the creature. The strike was swift—but the scorpion warrior deflected it effortlessly, knocking the staff aside with his blade. He stepped closer, his piercing gaze locked onto Rogan.

"You're quite the handsome one… I wonder… how would you look as a scorpion?"

A chilling laugh escaped his lips. In the next instant, his blade struck the back of Rogan's head. His vision blurred—colors swirling into darkness. Just as he began to lose consciousness, a streak of crimson light cut through the night at an unimaginable speed, sweeping the scorpion creature away.

The door to the house creaked open, revealing Rogan's father.

"Narwan! What happened?! Are you alright?"

But Rogan couldn't respond. His body swayed, his mind drifting into unconsciousness.

Narwan carried Rogan inside and gave him some water. Slowly, his vision cleared, and his father's concerned voice broke the silence.

Narwan: "Rogan, what happened to you?"

Rogan hesitated for a moment before forcing a chuckle.

Rogan: "Nothing, Father. I was just playing with the dog, and I accidentally hit my head against the wall… then I fell."

Inside the house, Rogan's family was gathered in a circle, each person clasping their hands together in a solemn ritual.

Narwan: "We pray for peace and safety to embrace us, for all harm to stay far away, and for the strength to stand against any enemies. Our gathering ends here. Now, everyone, get to work."

Esona: "Niska and I will go down to gather fruits and vegetables."

Rogan: "I'll go with you."

Esona: "Why?"

Narwan: "Let him go with you. It's better for your safety."

Rogan: "Thank you, Father."

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On the Way Down...

As they walked along the mountain path, Rogan's mind drifted back to what had happened. The scorpion-man, the blinding red light… Was it real? Or just a hallucination?

A voice pulled him from his thoughts.

Esona: "What do you think, Rogan?"

Rogan: "Huh? What?"

Esona: "You weren't listening, were you?"

Niska: "She said we'll only gather bananas and apples this time."

Rogan: "Oh… yeah, that's fine."

They walked a little farther when suddenly—

A faint rustling sound reached Rogan's ears. His body tensed. His eyes darted around. A shadow flickered in the distance. Silamodor.

Rogan froze.

Niska: "Rogan? What's wrong?"

Rogan: "What? N-No, it's nothing…"

They kept walking… but Rogan couldn't shake the feeling that something—or someone—was watching them.

From behind a towering tree, another scorpion warrior emerged—not the same one Rogan had faced before, but clearly from the same terrifying Silamodor bloodline. His dark, menacing figure loomed over them, his glowing eyes filled with hunger.

Scorpion: "Hahaha… looks like I've hit the jackpot today. This meal is going to be delicious!"

Rogan's breath hitched. His grip tightened around his knife.

Rogan: "Get behind me! Run back to the house—NOW!"

His voice was firm, commanding. His mother and sister hesitated for a moment, but the fear in his eyes made them obey.

Before they could escape, the scorpion lunged, swinging one of his deadly, sword-like arms straight at Rogan.

CLANG!

Rogan barely managed to block the attack. The force sent them both skidding backward. The tension between them was suffocating. The scorpion warrior grinned, stepping forward to strike again.

But—

A blur of motion. A flash of steel.

Suddenly, a warrior from the Pyarod Army appeared, intercepting the scorpion's blade with ease. His counterattack was so swift that the scorpion was forced to retreat.

Scorpion: "Tch… You people are always in the way! One day, I will wipe you all out!"

And just like that—he vanished into the shadows.