The Forgotten island. Chapter 1. (Fiction)

HISTORY OF THE ISLAND, NAMBO.
Once upon a time, there was an island close to India occupied by a great tribe called Drush who had built a small kingdom and the famous Nokam Citadel. The population was about a 600 drushikars, as the people of this tribe were called; The vast history of this tribe is not fully known for this tribe had escaped from the cape town that we know due to to the troubles that were in the land about which nobody lives or knows to tell about. The Drushikars came in red ships and discovered the island and thus, a small kingdom was established in the island.

Another tribe discovered this island and behold! for they came from some unknown place in black ships, tall, powerful, haughty and lordly they were; they secretly launched an attack on the Drushikar kingdom near Singola mountains and only a few, about 50-70 Drushikars survived this assail and went into hiding in the caves of the Singola mountains. This new tribe, Darkans occupied the Drushikara kingdom which later came to be known as 'The Fallen City' for there were stories of evil, haunted ghosts and spirits and souls awaken of the Drush Tribe (which were nothing but the survivors of this tribe who caused this commotion). The Darkans were finally driven out of the fallen city and established the Darkana Kingdom on the right side of the island.

Yet came another tribe called Ambars in huge, mighty ships and found the island occupied by Darkans and a cursed tribe called the Drush. The Ambars made a treaty with the Darkans to not meddle in each others affairs and settled peacefully on the left side of the island. A family dispute rose among the royal family which resulted in the division of the Ambars, as they were; and the Kambars, who settled close to the Singola mountains.

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circa 150 years later...

The island was named as Nambo and the Drushikars who were now less in counting lived or rather hid themselves in the fallen city where nobody dared to go near to for the Drushikars were armed with dangerous bows and arrows and many strange tribal weapons. They had no proper clothes to wear and the caves of Singola was their home, the coconut trees gave them water and the sea, food.
It is said that the King Semba, the king of Kambars had lost his brother, Sengma who had wandered into the deep caves of the Singola mountains with a few soldiers and had never come back. Nobody knew not, whether Sengma was dead or alive.

The Ambars were ruled by King Dambo.

The old ancestral grudge had faded away between the Ambars and the Kambars though they were separate kingdoms, they were on friendly terms.

The Darkans were ruled by the King Lankom who was famous for his evil, malefic deeds and this tale is based on the son of King Lankom, Prince Galorus.

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The mighty, evil king of Darkans, King Lankom had ascended on the throne through his evil and fell deeds for he had drowned his older brother, Gono into the sea and this was kept a secret with Lankom himself. He sat on his high throne, clad in heavy armor, a red cape and a crown adorned with rare jewels.

He enjoyed himself as the beautiful girl dancers made a magnificent dance in the court and helped himself to mead. His son, Prince Galorus sat among the courtiers and looked at his father twirling his mustache proudly with his leg on the other thigh.

After the dances, songs and other cultural, entertaining activities, King Lankom stood up and so did all the people who were present in the court. He announced, ''We are going to capture the grand Kingdom of Ambar for I desired to possess it ever since I saw it with my own eyes when I was 17, the same age as Galorus,'' and beckoned at him to sit down and continued. ''I am going to bring out the Ambars at the battlefield and will wage a war against them. Send the messengers to warn them and Galorus must go with them.'' He smirked and sat down. The Prince had to go with the messengers for it was the tradition and rule of the island.

Prince Galorus was very different from his evil father. He was a man who adored peace and justice. He was a tall man, well built in stature and very handsome in looks. His eyes were gentle brown and magic lurked in them

The next day, at the crack of the dawn went Prince Galorus with the messengers through the path of 'The Three Brothers', the three glorious mountains and was nearing to the Kingdom of Ambars by evening.

What lay ahead was unexpected.
~ To be Continued.

Please don't get bored by the history and stuff guys :P Its far more interesting in the next chaps :P i had to talk about the history since it takes lot of part in the story :P and sorry about the poorly drawn map and yea, refer the map :P