"Accept our treaty or your kingdom will be ruined and wiped out from the map" The letter that came to king Jaja was this short, "what a disrespect!" He mumbled softly. It seemed king Aha had assumed him to be a coward, he thought as he held the letter under a burning candle until it was consumed. He paced round his chamber, vexed by what king Aha had sent him, it was better he died defending the treasures of his kingdom than giving them out as easily as a Coward would.
"Gad!" He called, "Set up the chariots and beat the drums of war, we shall face king Aha in battle by sunrise in the open field at Moscow hill"
"Yes my Lord". Gad, who was the chief commander, said as he went to bid the command.
The foot of a thousand horses stirred the peaceful dust of the hills as the chariots of king Aha and Jaja rode on the dry land. Sounds of war and songs of war filled the once quiet atmosphere ready to fit for supremacy.
"You can change your mind now. Your life and that of your people are important. Consider this a chance before You allow greed to make you lose everything" king Aha said aloud to king Jaja who had but a few chariots on the other side of the field.
"Save the chance for yourself dear king. We are soldiers and are ready to pay the ultimate price" with that King Jaja matched forward, throwing fireballs. Clashes of swords, the sound of fallen soldiers, the groaning of wounded horses enveloped the atmosphere, until the sound of victories took over. King Jaja watched as Aha and a few of his chariots flew to the scene.
"Let them go Gad, we'll lay a siege on him in Damascus" King Jaja stopped Gad who had taken to follow them.