The Story of Boric

The chronicles of Boric Chapter 2

On the day that Boric ventured to kill a tiger, a group of soldiers from the Derian army were patrolling around the jungle for guerrillas. One of them, a corporal named Raven Holland, asked his fellow soldiers if the guerrillas could be hiding in the jungle. His sergeant, a man in his 20s named Oliver Hosa, laughed at this comment. It was stupid, he replied, to engage the enemy in his hidepoint. The hidepoint is a point of ambush, where the enemy pounces upon the prey like a tiger. The army will stick to its original patrol routes and only deviate if intelligence suggests that the enemy would attempt an ambush.

All of a sudden, gunfire emitted from the shadows of the trees. The soldiers fired in the direction of the noise, all proning down or squatting to prevent themselves from being shot. Several of the soldiers had been hit and were injured in various ways. Raven saw a guerrilla in his sights and fired. The guerrilla emitted a loud pitch groaning sound and collapsed out of sight. Raven then fired continuously in the same direction and several other similar sounds were heard. The gunfire finally stopped and Oliver’s squad went over to check the bodies of the dead guerrillas. Five dead. Oliver patted Raven on his left shoulder. “You are getting a promotion”. Raven however pointed to the injured soldiers on the ground. “Sergeant, they should get the promotion”. Oliver looked at the soldiers and commanded the men who were not hit to quickly escort the injured soldiers to safety. They moved the injured to a nearby clearing and called the medical helicopter, which came a few minutes later. The wounded were loaded on the helicopter and evacuated to a nearby field hospital.

Boric did hear the gunshots and the whirling of the helicopter, but remembered his oath to the tribe not to engage civilisation, so he kept on his intended hunt. He searched the bushes and the trees for a tiger but to no avail. A tiger could not be found. All of a sudden a loud growling sound was heard. It became louder and louder. Before Boric could react a huge, hungry tiger, with black stripes and extremely large teeth for its species, pounced upon Boric from behind and knocked him to the ground with a overwhelming force. Boric quickly grabbed the sword he had in his hand and swung it towards the stomach of the tiger. It missed but it was enough to startle the tiger and release its grip on him. The tiger than pounced back, faced by an angry Boric with the sword in his hand.

In the sweltering heat of the Amazon Forest, a tussle for life or death was about to being. The tiger’s luxurious fur shone in the mid-day sun as he circled his opponent. Its stomach growled impatiently, reminding the beast of his dire need for food. Boric locked eyes with the tiger, his dark skin gleaming with sweat. His muscles were taut as he gripped his sword with such force that his knuckles turned white. They were in a dance of death, each analysing the moves of the other in an attempt to gain an advantage.

The next stages passed within seconds. First, the attempt at intimidation. The tiger roared, baring its razor-sharp teeth, honed by its kills in the past. Boric licked his stone-dry lips and let out a guttural cry.

Next, the assault. The tiger, as per its natural instincts, leapt around the boy to get to the soft, vulnerable cartilage at the back of the neck. However, Boric was no stranger to combat and predicted this move. He swept his sword around and landed a critical strike at the tiger’s frontal chest area, the sword impaling the tiger through its shoulders to its back. The beast howled in pain as it flailed its vicious claws haphazardly, landing three large gashes on Boric’s chest before losing its balance and falling to one side. Boric gritted his teeth as the pain seared through his whole body but maintained a solid grip on the sword. It was time for the final stage: the execution.

Boric knew the next moment was crucial and would determine if he lived or died. He withdrew his sword, and the tiger immediately got to its feet, poised for another strike. However, it would not have the chance. In a split second, the sword pierced through the throat of the tiger. The tiger’s mouth opened, and it attempted to let out one last roar, but to no avail. Blood spurted out of the defeated tiger’s mouth as the life drained out from it. Boric yanked out his sword from the dead beast and stood over the slain tiger.

With victory in his hand, Boric took the tiger’s body and put it in a sack that he had brought along with him. With his trophy in hand, he started on the path back to his tribe.

 

 

The Story of Boric

The chronicles of Boric Chapter 1

Deria, a country in an alternative timeline where the British and the Americans are in a perpetual cold war. The same timeline where Thomas meets Thomasia, a river in Elysinum (what we call Northern Scotland) is named after her. The country fully covers, in that timeline, much of what we call the states of Amazonas and Roraima, much of  southern Venezuela and eastern Colombia. It was founded in 1884, after the Americans and British won victorious in the War of Brazil against the Brazilians and formed a country there. Today the country is in a relentless civil war, a war fought and funded by the intelligence agencies of the Americans and the British Empire to add the country to its respective sphere of influence. The British backed Government of National Deria (GND) is locked in a guerrilla war with the Derian National Front (DNF) rebels aided by the American Intelligence Agency National (AIAN). This story is about a man named Boric Sandeva and his quest for freedom.

Boric was a ruthless fighter. He grew up in the tribe of Kestrel, a rural mountain tribe. For a long time the tribe was unknown to civilisation, hidden in the bushes of the Amazon. Boric grew up in these peaceful conditions. The tribe flourished on hunting and it was, and still is a tradition for a man to bring back the body of a tiger to be considered worthy of manhood. Boric was born in 1961, at a time where the civil war was at its peak. The DNF launched various assaults on several towns and cities throughout Deria and captured strategic points. Despite this, the Kestrel tribe was never targeted nor spotted. It lived in complete isolation from everyone and anyone, hidden from sight.

At the age of 18, it was time for Boric to venture out into the wilderness to hunt a tiger and bring it back. He was given a sword by his father, who told him that if he was ever in danger, the sword would protect him. On his birthday based upon the ancient Kestral calendar, he set off on his quest to find a tiger to bring back to his tribe.

 

The Story of Boric

The Test

This story is based on the show ‘300’, particularly the section in which a boy faces off against a tiger. Enjoy!

In the sweltering heat of the Amazon Forest, a tussle for life or death was about to being. The tiger’s luxurious fur shone in the mid-day sun as he circled his opponent. Its stomach growled impatiently, reminding the beast of his dire need for food. The boy locked eyes with the tiger, his dark skin gleaming with sweat. His muscles were taut as he gripped his make-shift wooden spear with such force that his knuckles turned white. They were in a dance of death, each analysing the moves of the other in an attempt to gain an advantage.

The next stages passed within seconds. First, the attempt at intimidation. The tiger roared, baring its razor-sharp teeth, honed by my kills in the past. The boy licked his stone-dry lips and let out a guttural cry.

Next, the assault. The tiger, as per its natural instincts, leapt around the boy to get to the soft, vulnerable cartilage at the back of the neck. However, the boy was no stranger to combat and predicted this move. He swept his spear around and landed a critical strike at the tiger’s frontal chest area, the spear impaling the tiger through its shoulders to its back. The beast howled in pain as it flailed its vicious claws haphazardly, landing three large gashes on the boy’s chest. The boy gritted his teeth as the pain seared through his whole body but maintained a solid grip on the spear. With both belligerents bleeding profusely, it was time for the final stage: the execution.

The tiger landed on its side, unable to rise due to the impaled spear and his weakened state. The boy knew the next moment was crucial and would determine if he lived or died. He withdrew his spear, and the tiger immediately got to its feet, poised for another strike. However, it would not have the chance. In a split second, the spear pierced through the throat of the tiger. The tiger’s mouth opened, and it attempted to let out one last roar, but to no avail. Blood spurted out of the defeated tiger’s mouth as the life drained out from it. The boy yanked out his spear from the dead beast and stood over the slain tiger.

The crowds clapped, screamed and whistled in joy. The bloodied boy staggered out of the arena, his worth proven to the tribe. He was not longer a boy anymore.

By Brandon

The Story of Boric

Story of Boric (a rough draft)

This is a short story written for a Coursera module that I had done some time back.

The Story of Boric

Everyone cheered as Boric returned back to the Kestrel tribe, with the skin of a tiger upon his back and a self-crafted long sword in hand. Boric is a mighty warrior, born in the Kestrel tribe deep in the wilderness. As a child, he was recognized as abnormally strong and his parents trained him in the art of war, preparing him to be a champion for the Kestrel tribe. They appeared to be successful when he killed a tiger as a child. However, he had other ideas. He wanted to enlist in the army of Decia, following his dream to be the best General and warrior in the Decian army, with a strong wife and the best sword in all the lands. This is the story of Boric.

“Hey, scrawny little boy, you are not old enough!” the soldier bellowed, shoving Boric away.

Boric stood his ground, glaring at the soldier.

“I SAID SCRAM!!” the soldier yelled, kicking Boric.

Boric clenched his fist, his rage slowly building. Then, with one swift motion, Boric kicked the shin of the soldier. The soldier crumpled in pain, his face shocked by the strength of this boy who looked about 14 years of age. The other guards surrounded Boric, drawing their swords.

“At ease.” Someone said.

The soldiers backed away, revealing a lanky man dressed in a magnificent coat of armor.

“My name is General Oliver, a general in the Decia Army. I see that you want to join us. Come, we’ll find somewhere for you to stay.” General Oliver said, with a smile on his face.

This marked the beginning of Boric’s life in the Decian military. General Oliver was smart. He saw the potential in this boy and he was right. Boric rose through the ranks quickly, using his brute strength and a mighty blade to turn around losing battles. Just as the battle seemed lost, he would arrive and cleave soldiers left and right until it was only Decian soldiers left alive in the battlefield. In a matter of a few years, he rose to the rank of General, equal to General Oliver.

General Raven looked at General Boric’s successes in disgust.

“He is going to overshadow me soon. I cannot let that happen.” General Raven mused, his frown quickly turning into a smile as he hatched a devious plan.

Boric was a man of great strength, but his lack of mental fortitude proved to be his downfall. Raven used the opportunity presented to him at the royal banquet organized to commemorate Boric’s victories to drug Boric and the royal princess. Then, he moved both of them into the princess’ chambers, stripping them of all their clothes. Of course, everyone in the court thought that Boric was sleeping with the royal princess and so, the King was forced to send Boric to exile from Decia, much to Raven’s delight. This puts a sad, premature end to Boric’s career as a soldier.

“Care to donate some coins please?” Boric begged.

Everyone on the street ignored him, pushing past to run their daily errands. Boric sighed as he carried on walking the streets of the outskirts of Decia. Ever since the scandal, his name was soiled beyond repair.  He could not remember the way to Kestrel, and he needed supplies, hence the need to beg on the streets.

Once he had gathered enough supplies, he trekked his way back to Kestrel. It was a difficult trek, with many obstacles and challenging courses along the way. However, he managed to find his way back to his tribe. He was not expecting the sight that beheld him upon reaching Kestrel.

“WHYY!!!!” Boric screamed, a mixture of sadness and rage filling his blood as he laid his eyes upon the burning huts.

The raiding bandits laughed as they slaughtered the people of Kestrel left and right, just as Boric did with the soldiers of other nations. Most of the hunters in Kestrel were killed, with a meager few trying to survive against the overwhelming number of bandits.

Outraged, Boric lifted his mighty sword, cleaving the filthy bandits nearest to him int half. Shocked at the show of strength, the bandits formed up with military-styled precision and charged at Boric. Unfazed, Boric raised his mighty sword, again and again, wrecking havoc on the bandits. Finally, the bandits turned tails and ran. Enraged, he grabbed a bow and fired arrows at the retreating bandits, tears filling his eyes.

“My parents?” Boric enquired, afraid to know the answer.

“Dead.” The surviving hunters replied, sorrow evident on their faces.

Boric lost it. He exploded into a mixture of rage and despair, swinging his blade wildly. If only I had stayed, he thought. His dreams came crashing down when the scandal unfollowed. Now he has lost everyone close to him. He sat on the ground and cried like a child, defeated and broken.

After the incident, Boric stayed with the surviving tribe members, rebuilding the tribe they once knew. The memories of his parents teaching him the art of war flooded his mind every night, forcing him to cry himself to sleep. A few months later, an unexpected visitor arrived.

“Surprise, surprise, Boric!” General Oliver said a wide grin on his face.

“General Oliver!” Boric exclaimed, surprised by his presence.

General Oliver revealed that he knew General Raven was the only one capable of concocting such a vicious plan. He attempted to appeal to the King but was denied. After all, the penalty for sleeping with a royal princess has always been exile for eternity. With the only opposition being General Oliver, General Raven’s influence spread far and wide.

“You have to come back, Boric.” General Oliver pleaded.

“I will, General. Give me some time. I will come back stronger than before and put General Raven out of power.” Boric affirmed, his heart set on his one and only dream.

General Oliver and Boric hugged and bade goodbye to each other. Boric would be back, stronger than ever to challenge the conniving General Raven.

By Brandon