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Chapter 48, Preparations
Neko and Jason looked at each other “700!” They both said at the same time.
“Some of them are riding beasts, I know not what they are, they look like wolves but much much bigger with huge curved teeth.” Meer finished saying.
“Ingmars they are called.” Jason said as he jumped off his horse. “Nasty things they are.”
“Where do Ingmars come from?”
“Bretheran Abyss.” After a short pause. “They have not been seen for a very long time. They are clever and very agile. It is said they are some kind of descendants from the Dragons. Dragons of course refuse to acknowledge that. Hundreds of years ago the Dragons came in search of new fertile land, they flew for days on end until they found this land of ours. Ingmars already lived here, so naturally there was a war, it was a very bloody war that reduced the size of both their species dramatically. Some kind of peace treaty was arranged. The Dragons chose Termini Cliffs and the rest of the mountains, while the Ingmars chose the desert caves which they themselves called Bretheran Abyss. This is strange and disturbing.”
“Why would they show up now, with humans riding them? Do you humans have a pact with Ingmars like the dragons did with Elves?” Neko asked, thinking…
“Kristolia I need your help, it is time to ask our new allies for help.” Kristolia bowed her head and ran off faster than she’d ever ran before.
Kristolia ran through the forest straight for the cliffs, she could sense the tension in the air. Her hatred for leaving her friends behind was strong, but knew her task was important. How she wished she could talk like the others. That was her dream!
Kristolia arrived at a Birch tree, and slowed down, she could see the White Wolf through the grass and reeds. She slowly walked forward so all the wolves could see her, she bent her back legs slightly and planted her front paws firmly in the ground, she snarled showing her pristine fangs and then howled as loud as she could, asking for help from the White Wolf.
The White Wolf walked across the clearing with slow long strides, stopping in front of Kristolia.
“You can’t speak can you?”
Kristolia shook her head, and bowed her head, but stayed strong and proud.
“The man known as Nekonata calls for our help, we owe him this! So get in your packs and let’s march!”
Nekonata noticed Santaya running back to him in the distance, closely followed by Vivi on a light brown horse.
“Nekonata do you have any plans?” Vivi asked quietly.
Nekonata shook his head, he had ordered his troops to dig a trench spanning the length of their camp. He knew full well that it would not be enough to protect them. “Do you have any suggestions? We are unable to access any wood to make stakes to put into the trench, we have very limited arrows and lances.”
“It is time you trust in yourself and in your abilities!” Vivi paused looking around. “You have whether you believe it or not the ability to take on ten thousand men, you just have to believe in yourself.”
“They are making their final preparations.” Meera called out from above.
“Cole!” The soldier stepped forward. “How many spears do we have?” Neko asked abruptly.
“Each troop carries 3 spears, as per requirement with regiment rules, two long shafts and one short Sir.”
Nekonata jumped from the saddle of his horse and walked towards the trench, he tested the ground with his feet near to the edge of the trench. “Vivi, do you have any idea how far these Ingmars can jump?”
“Around 40 feet in distance and 20 feet or so in height.”
“Pass me a spear Cole, we have 600 long shaft spears, I want them planted into the ground at an angle facing towards the trench, I want three rows offset with each other at intervals going along the length of the trench.”
Cole nodded and gave out orders to some soldiers that had just rested.
“How many arrows do we have?”
“We all have two quivers of 20 arrows each Sir.”
Nekonata nodded, thinking about how he could make the best use out of them. “Ok, I want short spears at the front with shields. I want one row of arrows, then swords, then the rest of arrows behind. The mounted cavalry will again split into three, there will be a center, left and a right. Arrow must not be wasted if possible. All archers must try their best to aim true!”
Cole nodded and ran off to give his orders. Nekonata heard howls from the distance. He dropped to his knees and put his ear to the ground. “Our new allies are getting closer. They are around 2 hours away, let’s hope they get here in time.”
Vivi nodded his head. “Is the dragon root ok?”
Neko opened his satchel and showed Vivi the root. “It's fine, but I have no idea how long for.”
“Hand it to me, Quickly now.”
Neko did as he was told and watched as Vivi pulled a vial out from under his cloak, a pungent smell came from it making him wrinkle his nose. Vivi muttered something in the ancient language, his hand glowed orange as he crushed the dragon root in his hand making the liquid from the root drip into the vial, he put a stopper on the vial and shook it hard.
Holding the vial carefully, they both watched as it glowed a misty black, then orange, and finally a bright vibrant green. “Meera, you know what to do!” Vivi said. Meera tweeted loudly in confirmation, taking the vial in her claws she flew back to Edena.
The sun was now fading behind the forest, enemy fires were lit. “No fires!” Ordered Nekonata, “They will attack soon! For this we must trust in our instincts, myself and Master Vivi will guide you when we can.” Nekonata dismounted.
“Convel, thank you for coming to our aid.” Nekonata bowed. “You will have to forgive me, I am unfamiliar with your military formations. I have a line of short lances with shields, followed by archers, and then by swords, and lastly more archers, our mounted cavalry will split into three forming formations to attack from left to right and behind.”
Convel bowed his head to Vivi and nodded slightly towards Nekonata. “I smell Ingmars” He growled, “How many?”
“700 men we are unsure about the amount of Ingmars, I would hazard a guess to around between 50 and 100, maybe.” Vivi replied.
The white wolf growled again, as did the rest of his kind. Vivi put his hand in the air stopping them from making too much noise.
“Convel we need the element of surprise, I know you are fast, and I mean not to offend. Would it be possible for you to leave some of your packs here to help on the front line and have the rest of your packs split into three to follow the mounted cavalry from behind?”
“Hmm, Master Vivi is still a sound tactician I see… Nonsk, Keal, and Malk you know what to do, get on with it. Pelk and Drac you’re with me!” The wolves bowed and obeyed.
Nekonata looked out, “There is a lone rider coming forward.”
“They want to negotiate?” Growled Convel.
“It is customary for humans to make an attempt at a peace treaty. Their demands will not be welcomed.” Vivi commented quietly.
“I did not think about this, our lance stakes and trench are too far and deep for us to walk through or jump over,” Nekonata looked around. “How are we to go to them to find out what they want?”
“Take Malhela.” Vivi waved his hand over, and the stable boy came forward with the black horse. “He will let you ride him. As long as he has a good enough run up he can clear that.”
Nekonata took the reins and mounted the horse, they trotted back a distance, “Malhela start of slowly and build up your speed, I trust you, I believe in you!” Nekonata patted the horse on its neck. The horse reared up on his back legs and charged forward, his speed gaining faster and faster, Nekonata was holding on for his dear life. Everything whizzed past him like a blur, next thing he knew they were in the air hurtling forward over the trench. Malhela’s body tensed up as his front legs touched the floor carrying forward he skidded to a stop in front of the messenger.
The messenger was tall, black hair, dark coloured eyes, and a long beard.
“Our treaty is, you will surrender. You will lay down your arms and let us pass. The village will be ours to do what we please with. Your women will serve us and please us!”
“The answer is no, not now and not ever. I will give you two options.” Nekonata paused. “The first is you will turn around and go back, hence where you are from… The second is if you don’t you will die and those that surrender will be taken prisoner, to do with what I please.”
The messenger scowled and spat at the floor. “You dare to insult us? You really have no idea who I am?”
“Oh please do tell me whom you are? I am very eager to know!”
“YOU FOOL!” He shook his head. “I pity you! For it is you who will die!”
A trumpet and a whistle was heard in the distance. Nekonata looked around, From the North there came the Dwarves and in amongst them the Elves.
Nekonata smiled and laughed dryly in front of the messenger. “I speak for Master Vivi, I speak for King Althor of the Dwarves, and I speak for Gabija of Clan Panther… It is you who I pity! Your last chance, lay down your weapons and walk away, I promise you will not be harmed! The… choice… is… yours!”
Nekonata had Malhela slowly walk backwards without taking his eyes off the messenger, once he felt a safe distance away he had the black horse gallop back around the trench to meet Vivi at the edge of the camp.
Chapter 48, Preparations
Neko and Jason looked at each other “700!” They both said at the same time.
“Some of them are riding beasts, I know not what they are, they look like wolves but much much bigger with huge curved teeth.” Meer finished saying.
“Ingmars they are called.” Jason said as he jumped off his horse. “Nasty things they are.”
“Where do Ingmars come from?”
“Bretheran Abyss.” After a short pause. “They have not been seen for a very long time. They are clever and very agile. It is said they are some kind of descendants from the Dragons. Dragons of course refuse to acknowledge that. Hundreds of years ago the Dragons came in search of new fertile land, they flew for days on end until they found this land of ours. Ingmars already lived here, so naturally there was a war, it was a very bloody war that reduced the size of both their species dramatically. Some kind of peace treaty was arranged. The Dragons chose Termini Cliffs and the rest of the mountains, while the Ingmars chose the desert caves which they themselves called Bretheran Abyss. This is strange and disturbing.”
“Why would they show up now, with humans riding them? Do you humans have a pact with Ingmars like the dragons did with Elves?” Neko asked, thinking…
“Kristolia I need your help, it is time to ask our new allies for help.” Kristolia bowed her head and ran off faster than she’d ever ran before.
Kristolia ran through the forest straight for the cliffs, she could sense the tension in the air. Her hatred for leaving her friends behind was strong, but knew her task was important. How she wished she could talk like the others. That was her dream!
Kristolia arrived at a Birch tree, and slowed down, she could see the White Wolf through the grass and reeds. She slowly walked forward so all the wolves could see her, she bent her back legs slightly and planted her front paws firmly in the ground, she snarled showing her pristine fangs and then howled as loud as she could, asking for help from the White Wolf.
The White Wolf walked across the clearing with slow long strides, stopping in front of Kristolia.
“You can’t speak can you?”
Kristolia shook her head, and bowed her head, but stayed strong and proud.
“The man known as Nekonata calls for our help, we owe him this! So get in your packs and let’s march!”
Nekonata noticed Santaya running back to him in the distance, closely followed by Vivi on a light brown horse.
“Nekonata do you have any plans?” Vivi asked quietly.
Nekonata shook his head, he had ordered his troops to dig a trench spanning the length of their camp. He knew full well that it would not be enough to protect them. “Do you have any suggestions? We are unable to access any wood to make stakes to put into the trench, we have very limited arrows and lances.”
“It is time you trust in yourself and in your abilities!” Vivi paused looking around. “You have whether you believe it or not the ability to take on ten thousand men, you just have to believe in yourself.”
“They are making their final preparations.” Meera called out from above.
“Cole!” The soldier stepped forward. “How many spears do we have?” Neko asked abruptly.
“Each troop carries 3 spears, as per requirement with regiment rules, two long shafts and one short Sir.”
Nekonata jumped from the saddle of his horse and walked towards the trench, he tested the ground with his feet near to the edge of the trench. “Vivi, do you have any idea how far these Ingmars can jump?”
“Around 40 feet in distance and 20 feet or so in height.”
“Pass me a spear Cole, we have 600 long shaft spears, I want them planted into the ground at an angle facing towards the trench, I want three rows offset with each other at intervals going along the length of the trench.”
Cole nodded and gave out orders to some soldiers that had just rested.
“How many arrows do we have?”
“We all have two quivers of 20 arrows each Sir.”
Nekonata nodded, thinking about how he could make the best use out of them. “Ok, I want short spears at the front with shields. I want one row of arrows, then swords, then the rest of arrows behind. The mounted cavalry will again split into three, there will be a center, left and a right. Arrow must not be wasted if possible. All archers must try their best to aim true!”
Cole nodded and ran off to give his orders. Nekonata heard howls from the distance. He dropped to his knees and put his ear to the ground. “Our new allies are getting closer. They are around 2 hours away, let’s hope they get here in time.”
Vivi nodded his head. “Is the dragon root ok?”
Neko opened his satchel and showed Vivi the root. “It's fine, but I have no idea how long for.”
“Hand it to me, Quickly now.”
Neko did as he was told and watched as Vivi pulled a vial out from under his cloak, a pungent smell came from it making him wrinkle his nose. Vivi muttered something in the ancient language, his hand glowed orange as he crushed the dragon root in his hand making the liquid from the root drip into the vial, he put a stopper on the vial and shook it hard.
Holding the vial carefully, they both watched as it glowed a misty black, then orange, and finally a bright vibrant green. “Meera, you know what to do!” Vivi said. Meera tweeted loudly in confirmation, taking the vial in her claws she flew back to Edena.
The sun was now fading behind the forest, enemy fires were lit. “No fires!” Ordered Nekonata, “They will attack soon! For this we must trust in our instincts, myself and Master Vivi will guide you when we can.” Nekonata dismounted.
“Convel, thank you for coming to our aid.” Nekonata bowed. “You will have to forgive me, I am unfamiliar with your military formations. I have a line of short lances with shields, followed by archers, and then by swords, and lastly more archers, our mounted cavalry will split into three forming formations to attack from left to right and behind.”
Convel bowed his head to Vivi and nodded slightly towards Nekonata. “I smell Ingmars” He growled, “How many?”
“700 men we are unsure about the amount of Ingmars, I would hazard a guess to around between 50 and 100, maybe.” Vivi replied.
The white wolf growled again, as did the rest of his kind. Vivi put his hand in the air stopping them from making too much noise.
“Convel we need the element of surprise, I know you are fast, and I mean not to offend. Would it be possible for you to leave some of your packs here to help on the front line and have the rest of your packs split into three to follow the mounted cavalry from behind?”
“Hmm, Master Vivi is still a sound tactician I see… Nonsk, Keal, and Malk you know what to do, get on with it. Pelk and Drac you’re with me!” The wolves bowed and obeyed.
Nekonata looked out, “There is a lone rider coming forward.”
“They want to negotiate?” Growled Convel.
“It is customary for humans to make an attempt at a peace treaty. Their demands will not be welcomed.” Vivi commented quietly.
“I did not think about this, our lance stakes and trench are too far and deep for us to walk through or jump over,” Nekonata looked around. “How are we to go to them to find out what they want?”
“Take Malhela.” Vivi waved his hand over, and the stable boy came forward with the black horse. “He will let you ride him. As long as he has a good enough run up he can clear that.”
Nekonata took the reins and mounted the horse, they trotted back a distance, “Malhela start of slowly and build up your speed, I trust you, I believe in you!” Nekonata patted the horse on its neck. The horse reared up on his back legs and charged forward, his speed gaining faster and faster, Nekonata was holding on for his dear life. Everything whizzed past him like a blur, next thing he knew they were in the air hurtling forward over the trench. Malhela’s body tensed up as his front legs touched the floor carrying forward he skidded to a stop in front of the messenger.
The messenger was tall, black hair, dark coloured eyes, and a long beard.
“Our treaty is, you will surrender. You will lay down your arms and let us pass. The village will be ours to do what we please with. Your women will serve us and please us!”
“The answer is no, not now and not ever. I will give you two options.” Nekonata paused. “The first is you will turn around and go back, hence where you are from… The second is if you don’t you will die and those that surrender will be taken prisoner, to do with what I please.”
The messenger scowled and spat at the floor. “You dare to insult us? You really have no idea who I am?”
“Oh please do tell me whom you are? I am very eager to know!”
“YOU FOOL!” He shook his head. “I pity you! For it is you who will die!”
A trumpet and a whistle was heard in the distance. Nekonata looked around, From the North there came the Dwarves and in amongst them the Elves.
Nekonata smiled and laughed dryly in front of the messenger. “I speak for Master Vivi, I speak for King Althor of the Dwarves, and I speak for Gabija of Clan Panther… It is you who I pity! Your last chance, lay down your weapons and walk away, I promise you will not be harmed! The… choice… is… yours!”
Nekonata had Malhela slowly walk backwards without taking his eyes off the messenger, once he felt a safe distance away he had the black horse gallop back around the trench to meet Vivi at the edge of the camp.
The Journey, Chapter 49
Chapter 49, Awoken Meera had reached the village, she flew behind a tree in the courtyard, her appearance changing from a swallow to a person. She had knee-length brown hair just about covering her private areas, her complexion fair. She walked casually through the entrance by the church...
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Get in ur packs and March !!! Yes !!