Lands of Glory- An Sad Struggle

Lands of Glory
An Sad Struggle
Chapter 1- Sky of black
The desret air was thick, an vicous sandstorm had appeared out of the area of sand. An small convoy was travelling through this sandstorm. The area was an normal desert, there was the perilious traps of cliffs, a small step could take you to an sandy, dreadful death. There were the Sand Dunes, they loomed like massive giants in the desert, blocking your view. There was an ultimate threat as well. This desert resided in the country of Turka, in the place of Kopia, the convoy travelling through this Turkan Desert had an important person, an diplomat and governer. the diplomat to discuss an Cease-Fire with the PROM, and the governer for a new colony on the Turkan border. Turkans felt no love towards these people, Maganins they were. Turkan tribes made sure none made it through the desert. One Turkan tribe was being payed to attack this convoy, the tribe leader waited in an sand dune, he and 20 companions were there, hot and sweaty, but all the less very excited. They saw the dusty figures approach them, hands over eyes.
"i want them all dead, except the diplomat, and maybe governer, no governer actually, I want his head by the end" whispered the Leader furiously.
The soldiers looked more determied. The horses came evermore closer, there doom close. The convoy kept oving, knowing of no ambush. the the Tribe leader sprang up and pulled out an pistiol and pointed ot at the convoy, they froze in shock, some did.
"Die you scum!! I wish your head to decorate my DOOR!" he screamed, a loud shot, and a bullet ejected it self out of the gun, and into a merchat,
"FOR ZA ZOOMA!!" yelled the soldiers in an Warcry, jumping out of dirt, shooting at will. It was complete chaos as bullets went everywhere. Dust kicked up, the screaming sound of horses as they got caught in the crossfire. the humans yelling insulkts to eachother. The tribe leader raced forward, and discovered an caravan, in pure delight, he ran around the side, a merchant with an sword ws also racing around the other way, and they nearly bumped into eachother. In lightining reflexes, they leader drew his gun again and shot the merchant through the head, where he slumped onto the wagon. the curtains covering it moved a bit in terror. the tribe leader shot through the curtain, laughing indelight as a body fell through the curtain and landed at his feet. He then ran the rest of the way and looked in. three people were sitting in the wagon, a pool of blood near them.
"You!" yelled the Tribe leader, pointing at one, he looked there scaerd,
"Me? What do ya want?" he said in an panic,
"You the diplomat?"
"maybe, it dep-"
The Tribe leader grabbed him by the shirt,
"JUST ANSWER THE QUESTION!!" he spat in his face, the battle was over, as was the sandstorm.
"Yes,yes I am"
The Leader pulled him out of the wagon, where he landed in a pile on the desert floor, where he moaned in pain, the leader laughed out,
"That isn't the only bit of pain you'll be experincing" he laughed, the soldiers laughed as well around him. The diplomat looked up in terror.
"Don't you dare touch him!" yelled someone in the wagon,
"What are ya gonna do? Blow on me?" the soldiers double over from laughter.
the tribe leade, laughing himself, walked around the the wagon and whispered in an soldiers ear,
"Burn the wagon, bring the diplomat out of harms way, but do the usual torture" he said with anwink, the soldier nodded, an the leader walked out of the way, the soldier motioned fro his comrades to stand back, and lit an match, which he threw on the wagon, hich instantly caught fire, within in minutes, the screams of pain were coming from with the wagon, the ones inside burning to death. The soldiers watched in enjoyment, and the diplomat forced to watch his friends burn, burn until the ashes were all that was left, burn until the last bit of smoke had left the sky...