Warlords of the Borders: War of the North

Leonardo slumped with his arms limply outstretched in between his bent legs. His eyes looked somewhat vacant as he stared at the small droplet of dried blood from one of the soldiers who was murdered by the living dead that they had encountered the other night. He hadn't been able to any sleep whatsoever. The recent events had taken a toll on him, physically and mentally.

 

"Father... oh father. Why thou want to fight so much?"Delia was in her room, looking out of the window at the sky. "I wonder why there's war. Mother... if only you were still alive he would never go as far as to fight and fight and..." She then saw a kingfisher start flying towards her with a message in it's mouth. "A kingfisher? That's a rarity indeed!" She grabbed the letter from it's mouth and started to read it but then was shocked. "AAAAAAAAAH!!! FATHER!! FATHER!!! MADAM SUPRIE!! GET FATHER!!! MY COUSIN IS IN DANGER!!!"

 

Leonardo looked up at his friend with sad eyes and said softly, "I couldn't do anything to save those who had died . . . I-I just froze there like a newborn . . . This is not the way The Men of the North behave . . . especially not a king . . ."

 

Robin was tired, he had slept most of the day, they lost many men, somehow Mike had lived, he was good. Robin was as tried as he ever had been. He didn't use his elf strenght, or speed, he didn't listen to any of elf senses, blocked, he didn't know why, but he was trying become stronger. He need too. Mike walked over to him"Hello Robin, how are you?" he asked,"Fine, Fine, just tried, to much battling for me." he said, he had got up and stretched, his bones cracked ever time he moved. "I'm really stiff here Mike, how long do we got until we reach are destination?" he asked, "Dont really know yet, go ask the king, you seem to be in his favor." he told him, Robin thought that was a good idea.

 

Leonardo had tried his very best to block out the images that flooded his mind but he couldn't. He stared at the ground in despair and began to think to himself, harshly judging himself as king. "I failed to protect my people during a surprise attack . . . I failed in protecting those who had died in the desert . . . now . . . more of them have died . . . all to protect me . . . the burden of king is beginning to become to much for me . . . I do not know how long I can hold out until I finally give away to these misfortunes . . . father . . . Sabim of the North . . . give me strength . . . for I am very weak and in need of your guidance."