The Last Battle
With two important victories in the back, Kawa marched with thousands of people, not just Kurds, but other people who were tired of Zuhak’s tyranny. They headed for the capital where Zuhak’s castle were located. Anticipation filled the air as the Kurds arrived. Their hearts pounded with a mixture of determination and anxiety as they prepared for their toughest battle yet. The capital’s defenses seemed impenetrable, with Zuhak’s loyal forces stationed on the walls, ready to defend their brutal leader at any cost. The Kurdish fighters strategized, formulating their plan to breach the formidable defenses and liberate the oppressed people under Zuhak’s tyrannical rule. They knew the odds were against them, but their cause fueled their unwavering resolve. However, fate took an unexpected turn. Just as the Kurdish revolutionaries were ready to launch their assault, a surprising ripple spread through Zuhak’s own forces. Disillusionment and weariness had finally crept into the hearts of the soldiers who had long been forced to serve this evil man.
One by one, Zuhak’s soldiers started to question their allegiance to their despotic leader. The weight of their actions and the realization that they had been complicit in the oppression of innocent people became too heavy to bear. They exchanged glances, and in an unprecedented act of defiance, they collectively decided it was not worth shedding more blood for Zuhak’s cause. Putting down their weapons, Zuhak’s own forces stepped aside and opened the gates of the city. The Kurdish revolutionaries stood in awe as they witnessed the astonishing sight of their adversaries surrendering without a fight. It was a turning point, a sign that justice was prevailing, and the tides were shifting. The only resistance that remained was within the walls of Zuhak’s heavily guarded castle, where his most loyal men stood as a final line of defense. But even they knew that their efforts were futile in the face of the massive gathering outside the castle walls. Kawa approached the castle with his 10 000 revolutionaries, all determined to end Zuhak’s reign of terror once and for all. With the castle gates breached, Kawa and his fearless warriors stormed into the heart of the stronghold. The clash of swords and the echoes of battle reverberated through the halls as they fought their way closer to their ultimate goal—the hall where Zuhak stood, the embodiment of evil itself.
Finally, Kawa and Zuhak confronted each other in an epic duel. The clash of steel and the crackle of energy filled the room as their blades danced in a deadly symphony. Kawa, fueled by the collective hope and determination of his people, summoned every ounce of strength within him. With a powerful strike, Kawa shattered the two serpents adorning Zuhak’s shoulders, the symbols of his corruption and malevolence. Zuhak, now weakened and vulnerable, found himself at the mercy of his nemesis. Kawa, gripping Zuhak firmly, stared into the eyes of the tyrant, a mix of fury and triumph in his gaze. And with a swift motion, he slit Zuhak’s throat, bringing an end to the reign of the brutal man who had inflicted so much suffering upon the land. As Zuhak’s lifeblood stained the cold stone floor, a collective sigh of relief resonated through the halls. The people, once oppressed and tormented, felt a weight lifted from their weary shoulders. The battle had been won, and justice had prevailed. But something disturbed Kawa, cause the body of Zuhak turned into dust and gathered in a pile of sand. Kawa took up the sand in the hand, and released it on the floor again. This death was not normal, something was wrong. But for now, Kawa would not worry about it. He had a people to meet up and announce their liberation to. The news of Zuhak’s defeat spread like wildfire throughout the city and beyond, igniting a flame of hope in the hearts of the oppressed. The Kurdish revolutionaries became symbols of resilience, inspiring others to rise up against tyranny and fight for freedom.
And so, the first chapter of the Kurdish saga of struggle was over.
Post Revolution
After the successful revolution Kawa returned to his village in Kurdistan, he had been hailed as a hero by his people. They admired his unwavering courage and selflessness in the face of adversity. In recognition of his pivotal role, Kawa was offered the throne of Kurdistan. However, Kawa, true to his humble nature, declined the regal offer. Instead, he expressed his desire to return to his roots, to the simple life he knew before the revolution. He yearned to continue his work as a blacksmith in his local town, where he could forge weapons and armor with skilled hands and a warm heart. The village welcomed him back as a cherished member of their community, appreciating not only his skills but also the wisdom and bravery he had displayed during the revolution.
Little did Kawa know, buried deep in the annals of history, was a secret yet to be revealed. Zuhak, the tyrant he had vanquished, had utilized dark sorcery to preserve his essence within five sacred objects of great power, ensuring the potential for his return. As the years passed and Kawa aged, the whispers of Zuhak’s imminent resurgence remained unheard by his aging ears. The former blacksmith, unaware of the looming threat, carried on with his daily routine, pouring his heart and soul into each strike of his hammer. At the age of sixty-six, Kawa breathed his last, surrounded by loved ones and memories of his illustrious past. The people mourned the loss of their beloved hero, grateful for the peace he had brought to their land. Little did they know that the shadows of Zuhak’s return cast an ominous cloud over their cherished realm.