Zangoose guard: King Quivan?

Quivan: Yes?

He said back to the lightly armored Zangoose, in nearly a split second of his question. This caught the Zangoose off guard, as if staggered. But then another question aroused his words.

Zangoose guard: You're afraid...aren't you...

Speaking in a rather mournful tone, fearing the future. if it was one thing everyone hated, it was seeing their king upset and down. Whatever mood he's in, usually bounces off his guards, accept for anger. That seems to be the only rotten emotion their immune to. Nonetheless, Quivan still answered his question.

Quivan: Yes...I am. And I feel selfish for it...because I'm afraid of losing my own life. My citizens lives. Why must we ALL go through this. In fact...most rulers would have had your head for that question. But not me...I'm a rational king.

Ursaring guard: You're awfully too kind, my king.

Quivan: Is that so? Do I really...pose as too kind? Is there even a such thing?

Starting to now doubt himself. But the others around could tell this wasn't usual of the king. His stomach was in knots, his mind was racing, his heart pumping and thumping. Although his outside demeanor posed calm. His inner mentality tortured his core with pain and loss. This seemed to reel in worry from his trusted guardians. 

Garchomp guard: um.....sir? You seem very...unnerved. Is it the upcoming war? Ease your worries sir we can-

Quivan: And what if we fail, hmm? I don't want to be looked at as a weakling. My efforts and leadership will be looked over and discouraged throughout time. That's just how history goes. I know...once all of you die...I'll be last. Then...my kingdom will be burned. They...are just that cruel. No civilians will be left, this kingdom will be forgotten. I...will be overlooked.

Zangoose guard: King Quivan, please. Don't dwell on this. It will...just...make things worse. For you and us. Have hope, it's all you can rely on, my king.

Quivan: I sure want to believe that. But...I feel like I'm holding onto a useless, meaningless salvation, that may turn out incorrect.

Charizard guard: We can at least try. Even if we lose, at least everyone gave it their all. We should make an evacuation plan incase of failure.

Quivan: Great strategy. Now...how is the troops looking? Is everyone ready?

Swampert Chief: Not quite. A few more rallies to prepare, then we can take the fight to them. we'll save our best for last, and we have at least 3...maybe 4 teams. All making about 70 in each. They can't even beat us by numbers, if that was how the battlefield went.

Quivan: Excellent, Chief Venant. Well...maybe I can calm my worries...it's just...I'm more afraid of losing my daughter's life than my own. At least my son won't have to witness the bloodshed. I feel Nezva will be too...reckless. Therefore, encouraging our defeat. If she messes up somewhere...it could be the end for all of us. More importantly, I fear for her life and I'm highly against her even fighting.

Blastoise guard: Well she is nearing adulthood, King Quivan. You...will have to let her walk on her own. So far she has matured rather efficiently and successfully. A father's dream come true!

Quivan: It...sure is...I just don't want to see the girl go. Although my daughter has carved a different destiny, I still love her no matter what. I just wish that she didn't choose such a violent path. Like her brother. My stomach is in knots because of this awaiting demise.

Zangoose guard: Perhaps we should call in our chefs to ease your nerves sir? I think a proper meal can tone down your worriers.

Quivan: Uhhh......all this anxiety has kept me from hungering, sadly. Resting would be more beneficial. So...leave me be, my soldiers.

Charizard guard: Will do. You heard the king, everyone leave. Permission to escort my King?

Quivan: No need but thank you. At least this will get this unnerving feeling out of my system first.

*4 hours later*

Two armies now met face to face, with their best mercenaries standing aside. Nezva behind her father, and then the other...was a black and red bipedal Pokémon, with a taunting smirk. And had a weapon in his right with a rather shiny gauntlet. The sword looked rather long and sharp...just perfect for a menace the other was. A Zoroark...this sinister trickster is one confident, speedy, skillful sword wielding mercenary. Little did they know, they would fall slain to such a deceptive shadow.

Nezva: So...your best weapon is a biped with a sword? Ha...weapons are for wimps.

Darkout: We'll see how much you'll be talking when I severe that jaw of yours off.

Nezva: Not if I can bite your paw off first. I'm faster than you think.

Darkout: Four-legged fool.

Nezva: Bipedal buffoon!

Quivan: Enough with the belittling language! You can murder each other, when the war starts!

Nearly shouting from their childish behavior. They both huffed in a sort of dissatisfied tone. Nonetheless, the ceased their insults. But the other, a Mightyena. Soft chuckling came from him, as he took amusement to their little game. Being his own ruler of the rivaling Kingdom. The Nazak kingdom, meaning intense freedom and harsh independence. Apparently, they don't like rules. A very immoral country the were, but most swayed there because of it.

Veezo: Seems they have something in common here, King Quivan.

Quivan: Don't call me that...we're equals here. I have my kingdom, you have yours. So spare me. Because I know it's out of belittlement.

Veezo: Heh...alright Quivan. You know how this will end...so surrender your crown and maybe I'll spare you and your pitiful soldiers.

Quivan: And how are you so certain that this fight is leaning in your favor? Way I see it...I have the superior shot, so unless you have any tricks you're going to reveal. Cheat all you want...

Veezo: Oh I intend too heh heh.

Who can: Why must we fight...can't we come to...reasonable terms? I've already lost productive citizens. Which you stole from me.

The Mightyena looked down and only chuckled. His voice near stopping his rival's heart with sickening confidence. Feeling he was small and futile to their land all together.

Verso: Foolish Luxray, don't you see? If your...narrowminded ruleset wasn't so...strict and lacked freedom. Perhaps your people would serve you for that...
Instead of basing it on your OWN morals-

Quivan: My morales are based on righteous thinking. They have been laid out as a strong foundation, because I know they're flawless...and correct.

Veezo: Off of who's thinking? Ha, do you really as to beilive your standards are ULTIMETELY superior? You're more naive than you look.

Quivan: If...I am so...stupid, as you presume. Then tell me if this is at least correct. Because if it's not. Well, maybe I am indeed wrong.

Veezo: Heh...very well. Tell me what your source of morale comprehension is.

Requesting an answer with a dark, sinister voice. Although verbally venomous, Quivan kept his bravery against this unholy foe. He took a second to answer. But his hesitence was deliberate. He wanted to make sure he remembered his answer. Then Quivan narrowed his eyes back and spoke.

Quivan: Is looking up to Arceus for wisdom, direction, and answers wrong? More over, is Arceus wrong? The ethereal being who...exceeds intelligence and perfection beyond our mortal comprehension? A Father...who is there to care when your own abandons you...
Don't you think looking up, and asking such a being is...right? Or is this naive
Do you think beiliving in what I want is best? I, an imperfect king with limited knowledge and leadership, and a Father who wants to be the best I can to his two children. Looking up to...well, a god with no capability of lying, sinning, or imperfection.
Tell me...is this naive? Is this...incorrect viewpoints?

Asking in a genuinely needy reply. This caught the other Pokemon off gaurd. He had a feeling this narrowminded king was looking up to some sort of...way of thinking. Whatever it was, he assumed it was his own. Maybe not. But, nonetheless, he still didn't care. After averting his head to ponder on his words. He wiped off his frown, and revived his evil smirk.

Veezo: Well, my mistake. That is wise of you.
However, one thing still remains here...

Quivan: We can end this battle. Stop a war before it starts. We can agree to terms and bring our people together. Bring other kingdoms together and live happily forever!

Trying to put emphasis and fire into his words. They carried passion and meaning. Seeing a better future that can indeed happen.
Unfortunetly. That can not be. However, the Mightyena said;

Veezo: We're different...

Those two words alone revealed an uneasy feeling in the air. It shocked Quivan to his core and left speechless. He could only stutter from a loss of words. It made Veezo smile like he had already won. He hunted the Luxray into a corner, with no way out.  And with the stale silence, Veezo announced war upon their rivaling kingdoms. Quivan, with a utter shock of loss and dark realization to the other ruler. He didn't have any words to backup himself, or his people. How he wished he could word his way out of it and save all these lives who do not deserve the death in front of them. But the carried the audacity to give their life for what they beilived in. Bravely charging against the physical immorality against the righteous kingdom.

Veezo: After all, my territory is MUCH larger than your excuse for a kingdom. You're so small, you night ad well be a oversized village. So this is a suitable fate foe your head.

Then turning around, laughing off his provocative statement to the Father. Nezva was so eager to jump into the war, she dared to take on a quarter of the opposing army. However, her cockiness will prove her ultimate downfall.

So then the spark of a historic war began. Something that scarred time and history nearly to the core. And once Ezahn returns, he'll witness a horrid scene. This is when his tale...was known. When everything hit it's climax. When everything was on the line...this is the backstory of Ezahn gigawatt's fate.