Teaser:

A few weeks ago I was just a simple village boy far away from the capitol. Who had never stepped a foot outside his home village. But now here I was, naked in the middle of a colosseum, with the encircling crowd screaming at me like savages. My legs were chained to the ground to prevent me from flying. And right in front of my feet was a traditional Dukagjinian machete. I was about to engage in mortal combat to fight for my liberty, or death in defeat…

Prologue:    

Yes, it is I, the Great Arben Krasniqi! I am telling this story of my life as a 100 year old man and the ruler of Dardania. Of course, my body is still young since I discovered how to make myself immortal, so don’t picture me an old grandpa. I thought it was about time I put this down on paper before I forget it all. A lot of it will be biased. They do say that the winner writes history, and they are damn right. But fuck Slobden Hasani, that guy was a huge asshole in person, I swear to god. Anyways, here is my story: