“Commander!” Cordelia beckoned her commanding officer, Fiona. “Has there been any news?”
“None unfortunately,” she lamented. “The day has fallen to night since they chased after Saya, and Mable has since pursued them as well.”
“Commander, if I may, should we not pursue them as well?”
“Nay, Cordelia. I feel your excitement, but for now we must trust them and do our best to prepare to receive them once they return. I am confident in the Captain’s and Aria’s abilities. They will certainly return to us,” she said as she gazed on into the forest.
“I suppose you are right commander,” Cordelia nodded.
“Well, I’m not,” Rosa countered as she approached the two.
“Sister, were you not supposed to be helping Cheryl cook?” Cordelia scolded her.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m taking a break. All the heat was getting to me,” she shrugged.
“Even so…” Cordelia pouted.
“Enough,” Fiona shook her head. “Rosa, what did you mean by not being sure?”
“Eh, it’s just a feeling I’m getting. I…I’m not certain we’re as prepared as we had expected,” she scratched her head.
“Meaning?” Fiona pressed.
“Well, take Saya. Ever since yesterday evening, she was acting strangely, like she was grieving or something,” she sighed.
“Grieving?” Cordelia repeated.
“I see,” Fiona nodded.
“You do?”
“In all honesty, I have been concerned as I believe you are. What if Princess Saya’s wishes go against what we had been working for, is that correct?” she said with a soft concern in her stern eyes.
“Y-yeah,” Rosa nodded, her eyes wide with surprise at her commander’s adept perceptions. She was always impressed by Fiona’s perceptiveness, and this time was no different.
“But, if that’s true, what are we going to do?” Cordelia asked with a soft concerned voice. “His highness was rather explicit about what he desired. What do we do if…?”
“Rosa, Cordelia, allow me to consider this matter, and please remain quiet for now. I need to consider our options,” she frowned.
“Of course, commander,” Cordelia bowed.
“We’ll do our best,” Rosa followed suit.
“Now then, you two are dismissed. Go eat,” Fiona gave a soft smile befitting her station as the two went off to the makeshift kitchen. “Captain, Princess, Aria, Mable, I hope you are all fine out there. Please be safe,” she prayed with a single gauntleted hand over her chest, as she gazed into the forest’s trail, a wind howling through its maw.
Her body seemed small and fragile from atop the nearby cliffside to the South-east, a single jutting shelf of stone that had been upended during the war so many years ago, heaved skyward by the massive might of an unknown witch. Atop it smirked a single cloaked individual who grinned at the knight’s unaware visage. ‘What a foolish and incompetent woman’ he thought as he gave a sneering gaze upon her as his face curved like a cackling beast’s.
“Boss,” a man approached him. He had a suave veneer to him, an upstanding fellow at times, and a greedy, battle craving, mercenary at others. He glared with equal contempt upon the camp of the knights that humiliated him weeks ago now. “What are our orders?” he asked returning his attention to the cloaked man. “Shall we strike them now?”
“We wait for now,” he grinned.
“More waiting, are you serious? These bitches are just sittin’ around and…”
“Calm, my fellow. Their nerves have yet to truly ripen. We must wait,” he answered with bemusement. This was all a game to him. Waiting and observing natural tasks to win it. He was willing to entertain the need for patience to satiate his need to entertain himself. And yet no, it was not a mere game to him, this was something far more elaborate and satisfying for him.
“Wait for what?”
“For their return, my dexterous friend,” he chuckled
“Those princesses? They’re that important?” he asked rubbing his neck to ease his tense muscles.
“Indeed, they are.”
“I don’t get it; we could’ve just gotten them before. With all of your crazy gadgets we clearly could’ve overpowered them, so why?”
“You mistake our objective,” he answered with a playful tone. “Last time we were merely peppering the bait. Once they return, they’ll bring a far more appetizing prize,” his grin grew.
“What the hell are you talkin’ about?”
“You’ll understand in due time.”
“Whatever you say, Silvers. Just make sure you pay us! Geez, bein dragged this far North…” the mercenary groaned as he turned to return to camp.
“Yes, between this and that lovely night in Hollow, there is little doubt now,” he chuckled. “All according to plan. You shall soon see my dearest father, just how impotent you truly are to me, just as sister shall see. I can hardly bear this anticipation,” he said with a wide and wicked grin. It was only a matter of time before all was finally within his grasp.
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Well I certainly will be looking forward to book 2. This was a fun ride. Thanks so much for sharing 😊
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20 bucks says his dumbass magitech fails and he gets his sh*t rocked
Amazing story!
This was an amazing read, can't wait till I get a chance to start on book 2!!
it was a nice reading, thank you.
A lovely tale! I enjoyed it thoroughly!
Brava! Very well done :)
Hmm, maybe there is more going on than it seemed. Like why did the king sent them to slay, if he might have known this would happen? Did he make a miscalculation?