“What happened to the mercenaries that you’ve sent? Why haven’t they returned yet?”
King Duseous slammed his fist on the side of his throne, causing it to crack. The drogan’s jaw tightened as there was no development of his orders.
It had been weeks, but there have been no signs that they had done what he had ordered, making the royal frustrated.
“Apologies, there is still no news, my king.”
The right hand lowers his head, swallowing hard. There has not been an update from them in days, which was causing panic within their ranks.
“How can it be so difficult to dispose of one measly little child?”
Duseous was growing impatient. He could not remain calm, knowing that the drogan warrior had someone as
“Sorry if you have to watch over me. I know you really wanted to go with them.”Chris sighed as he grunted, putting all his frustrations in hitting the ground to break it. He was on farming duty today, and Asron clarified he could not use magic.And to make sure of that, they left him with a bodyguard as the warriors had to leave the village at that day.“It’s all right, those fellows who went after you were not normal. They were well trained. I’d rather not leave my human friend alone and unprotected.”Cortus chuckled. They put the guy in charge of watching over. As being one of the strongest in the village, together with the other two older fighters.“Thanks, by the way. Where did the others go to this time? I thought I saw them heading for t
“So, I really can’t go out of the village, can I?”Chris groaned as he slump on his table. He was in a barn house turned into a hut for the wizard. At the far end of the place.That day he was out into the mage’s care, as the others went on a hunting trip, leaving him to assist with whatever the person needed.“You’re adoptive father seems to be quite protective of you.”As Cushar had only arrived there, the only things that they were doing as of the moment were cleaning up the place and setting some of his stuff.“So, what will you be teaching me today?”Chris groaned. He thought that if he was going to stay there with the guy, might as well gather knowledge from him. It was the least he could do, considering that his time gets wasted.“
It was a quiet afternoon, and everybody was busy with their own duties in the village. They’d just secured a large prey, so everyone was helping with preparing the animal. The females were readying herbs and their pots for cooking and preserving, while the children ran around doing errands.Chris had managed to finish his sword lessons for the day, so he was hanging out with Cushar, continuing with his magical studies.All the while that this was happening, a large group had already started marching for the forest where the peaceful settlement was. The army comprised drogans loyal to the royal family, wanting to prove their mettle and strength.Among them was general Kerruf, and his three hundred powerful warriors at the ready. They gathered just near the border of the woods.“Sir, are you certain about this? We are talking about the hero Asron here.”
“Where are we going? I thought I’m not allowed to leave the village.”Chris yawned as he sat down on the carriage.They’ve been traveling for a few hours now, and memory serves him correct, the pathway they were moving on was heading out of the forest, which was connected to the road to the capital.“Asron wanted to see us. He says it’s urgent.”Cortus answers. His expression was full of life, with an excited glimmer in his eyes, all the while he was driving the carriage.Chris turns to Cushar, who was sitting on the other side of the wagon, but only received a shake of his head to say he too knows nothing, either.It was only after passing by the last river that they finally notice the caravan that had stopped by the road.“What’s going on? Wh
Chris could not help pondering at what was going on, no matter how many times they keep telling him it was not his fault. He felt he had somewhat caused the gears of war to turn.He did not realize that there’s been a civil conflict happening in those lands. All because he was so engrossed with his need to return home that he had completely disregarded what was occurring there.He no longer had the luxury of fooling around, gathering info and studying the place. He now needed to act, else he won’t be able to get out of there.“Cushar, what’s the king’s problem with Asron?”He asks, curious why they were currently in that predicament. Last time he remembers, the fellow was even asking for help from the capital, so it made little sense.“Oh, so t
“Rombus, where is Asron?”Chris asks.The drogan had arrived almost late at night, alone. His gaze was lifeless and there was this shadow looming over his face when they went up to him.“He’s surrendered himself in exchange that the king does not lay his hand on these lands.”The old guy states, clenching his trembling fist as he gritted his teeth.The news cause a ruckus as the entire group of people there mumbled and chatter things about what was going on. Is cost an unrest that some of the young warriors panicked.“That’s just stupid!”Cortus roared, throwing a sharp gaze at their companion as he stepped up.But before he could even
“Herlein, are you all right?”Chris asks. He felt worried about her situation, seeing that her mind was blanking out.Though the female drogan tried to hide it, he’d been hearing her crying for almost the whole day after they found out about what his husband did. She immediately broke down at the news of it to the point she couldn’t stop wailing.“I’m sorry, little one. I just wasn’t expecting this.”She quickly wipers her eyes before facing him. They were currently in the middle of packing some of their clothes, as everyone in the village was told to evacuate.Without their leader, their sanctuary was now helpless in the face of the royals, if ever they decide to attack.“Don’t worry, I’ll get Asron back.”He’d found ou
“My king, we present to you. The traitor general.”Kerruf says, full of pride, while raising his head as he moves with his steed in front of the carriage where the royal was.Behind him were several soldiers, dragging Asron.They chained the drogan warrior’s leg, body, and arms. A metallic platform held his neck and hands, restraining him.His face swelled, bruised, and still bleeding from all the hits he had taken a while ago. As the troops wanted to ensure that they weakened him enough.Duseous peeked from the curtains, and upon seeing that they beat the warrior up, he could get out with a smug smile on him.Asron could barely stand. They forced his knees to bend down, causing him to stumble on the ground.“He doesn’t look much like a hero now.”<