Chapter 100
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The horrendous wailing swept across the battlefield, causing all who heard it to stop in their tracks. Everyone, from the lowest foot soldier to the dueling great generals, all stood still and listened.
Then we felt the ground rumble beneath our feet. Not like an earthquake. More like the feeling of the earth-shaking as something heavy moved across it. You know, like when you're walking along a track and a train passes by. Of course, there were no trains in the Fayne, and that realization made my whole body tense up.
When we finally saw them, their purple banners unfurled and dancing in the wind, I felt my throat go dry.
"Shit," I mumbled.
There were so many of them. Soldiers of an unfamiliar army geared in cloaks of brilliant red marching down on our battlefield from whatever hell in the north they'd come from. Tens of thousands of them. Perhaps more. And soaring above these scarlet warriors was a battalion of dark-feathered birds that were like eagles. Enormous birds of prey with twenty-foot wingspans and long necks and talons as wide as minivans.
"No," Aura whispered from beside me. "They're here… why are they here?!"
I didn't need to be psychic to understand the agitation in her voice. Those purple banners with their red crescent moons were recognizable to any soldier of the Fayne. Even a Mudgardian like me knew that symbol—the symbol of the Scarlet Moon.
"Looks like we're in deep shit now," I said.
"Are they… enemy reinforcements?" Luca asked.
"Probably," I said uncertainly.
It wasn't hard to deduce that the Scarlet Moon was here to help the Magesong army out. They were official allies who both hated the Trickster Pavilion, after all. And yet, why did I feel like something was amiss? Maybe it was because of what Ardeen Spellweaver said earlier. That part about not wanting his dad to defeat Darah too soon like he had a plan in place that needed time to come together.
I swiveled my head to question him only to discover he and his mount were no longer on the opposite side of Aura. Nope, Ardeen Spellweaver was already trotting leisurely toward the two great generals, who, like everyone else, had paused their battle to gape at the arrival of the third army.
Seeing him unfazed by their arrival sent a stinging pain into my brain. Kind of like my visere-sense was tingling in a bad way.
"Aura… stay here and be ready to lead the men," I said as I glanced toward her. Then I nodded toward Luca and ordered him to follow me, "Watch my back, little brother."
Without waiting for either of them to respond, I urged Myth Chaser to race after Ardeen. Only, by this time, he was already within range of both great generals.
"Hurry, Myth Chaser," I stressed, tightening my grip on the reins and spurring him on.
Not that I needed to worry too much as both great generals turned their heads toward him once he was close enough. Darah's annoyed stare was expected, but seeing the surprised look Spellweaver sent his son was even more worrying.
"Ardeen… did you call these reinforcements here?" he asked, his voice half-angry and half-confused. "I told you we didn't need the Scarlet Moon to win this war."
Ardeen inclined his head to his father. "Forgive me for not informing you of this stage of the plan, Great General." Ardeen glanced up at his father. "But it is all for the sake of our total victory."
I couldn't put my finger on it, but something in the way he spoke to his dad didn't sit well with me. Maybe it was the way he was glaring at his father despite bowing to him. That was definitely weird.
Spellweaver also glared at Ardeen, his eyes narrowing into slits. "Fool… be prepared for your punishment once this debacle is over."
Ardeen inclined his head again in a showing of deference. Then he moved to position his mount behind his father. That's when I saw her. The masked rider was back.
She'd appeared on the other side of Darah, charging toward my great general with her katana in hand while Darah was distracted by the exchange between the enemy great general and his son.
"General Darah!" From right behind me, I heard Luca yell Darah's name as a kind of warning. Unfortunately, this had the opposite effect of having Darah swivel her head toward us and keeping her from discovering the assassin at her other side.
I didn't think. I just threw my falchion forward and hoped against all hope that I wasn't about to mess this up. After all, my vision wasn't exactly twenty-twenty anymore.
It missed Darah's head by a hair's breadth, streaked past her, and would have struck the masked rider's swifthart if she hadn't swatted it away with her katana.
Yes, I missed, but it wasn't so bad that I did. Partly because I would have felt bad if I'd killed that swifthart. Partly because my roguish maneuver was enough to slow the masked rider down long enough for Darah to turn in her direction, and with a killing intent that would have made me whimper like a baby, swing her still flaming golden sword at her would-be-assassin.
Darah's single swing cut off the head of the swifthart I'd almost killed, wasting the relief I'd felt for it.
Her second fiery swing was meant for the masked rider's falling form, but the dark elf had launched herself up in the last second, jumping like a gymnast and rolling in the air until she landed feet first beside Darah. Stupid choice.
Darah was too quick and the masked rider had barely turned to face her when she felt the iron fist hit her right in the solar plexus, launching her off her feet, just in time for a downward swing of Darah's sword pommel to send slamming back into the ground.
Luca, who had reached my side, was whistling now. "She kind of pulled off a sweet Tekken-like combo there."
The super geek in me really, really wanted to tell Luca that Tekken actually meant Iron Fist in English which was ironic considering Darah's monicker. Sadly, I wasn't able to indulge my inner geek because that's when we heard the scream of pain come out of Great General Spellweaver's lips.
"Seriously?!" My brow furrowed to its extreme. "What the F—"
"—Dean, why'd he do that?" Luca interrupted my almost-use of a swear word.
Believe me, if you had seen what I just saw your mind would have been blown away too.
The shadowblade tip of a knight's sword was sticking out of Spellweaver's chest similar to how those baby aliens from that really old movie, Aliens, burst out of people's chests in that really gross way. Even more bizarre, the hand holding onto the sword that had just pierced the great general's chest belonged to his son.
Ardeen Spellweaver had gotten off his swifthart and pierced his dad from the back like in that game about assassins in white coats while he was distracted with Darah's attack.
When he turned his head to face his son, I half-expected him to scream, "e'tu brute?" which was this famous line from Shakespeare's play which Julius Caesar said when he was stabbed by his friend Brutus. But blood gushed out of Spellweaver's mouth, making him choke on whatever it is he wanted to tell his son. So, like the great parent he was, he opted to reach for his son's neck with his free hand instead and tried to choke the life out of Ardeen.
Geez, small wonder he was just betrayed by his own flesh and blood.
"Forgive me, father," Ardeen Spellweaver said as he attempted to pull his father's grasping fingers away from his neck. "But it is time for you to retire and for me to finally be free of you!"
"A-ar-de~~en!" Spellweaver must have reached into himself and called out whatever gas he had left in the tank. For with the hand he used to choke his son, he lifted Ardeen Spellweaver off the ground and held him there with a vice-like grip that might have done lots of damage if the Masked Rider hadn't gotten up and stabbed him again in the back with her Katana.
Spellweaver let go of his son and stumbled to the ground on one knee. Dark blood poured out of his wounds and soiled the earth underneath him.
My first thought was, How the hell was she back up after getting creamed by Darah just now? This was immediately followed by, Did these bastards just pull off a coup d'état in the middle of this huge battle?
A hand grasped my leg, and I looked down and found Darah looking up at me.
Darah tossed me my falchion. "Focus, Dean!"
"Ye-yes, ma'am," I answered almost by instinct.
"I want you to figure a way out of this mess so we can regroup with Roger," she commanded.
My brain must still be on loading. I didn't understand what she meant.
But then I heard the angry roar of the crowd surrounding us, and I turned my gaze at the hundred of Magesong soldiers who had just unfrozen after seeing their master murdered. And now they were charging at us with their hands raised even though we had nothing to do with this betrayal.
"Oh, shit," I sighed. "Here we go again."
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The horrendous wailing swept across the battlefield, causing all who heard it to stop in their tracks. Everyone, from the lowest foot soldier to the dueling great generals, all stood still and listened.
Then we felt the ground rumble beneath our feet. Not like an earthquake. More like the feeling of the earth-shaking as something heavy moved across it. You know, like when you're walking along a track and a train passes by. Of course, there were no trains in the Fayne, and that realization made my whole body tense up.
When we finally saw them, their purple banners unfurled and dancing in the wind, I felt my throat go dry.
"Shit," I mumbled.
There were so many of them. Soldiers of an unfamiliar army geared in cloaks of brilliant red marching down on our battlefield from whatever hell in the north they'd come from. Tens of thousands of them. Perhaps more. And soaring above these scarlet warriors was a battalion of dark-feathered birds that were like eagles. Enormous birds of prey with twenty-foot wingspans and long necks and talons as wide as minivans.
"No," Aura whispered from beside me. "They're here… why are they here?!"
I didn't need to be psychic to understand the agitation in her voice. Those purple banners with their red crescent moons were recognizable to any soldier of the Fayne. Even a Mudgardian like me knew that symbol—the symbol of the Scarlet Moon.
"Looks like we're in deep shit now," I said.
"Are they… enemy reinforcements?" Luca asked.
"Probably," I said uncertainly.
It wasn't hard to deduce that the Scarlet Moon was here to help the Magesong army out. They were official allies who both hated the Trickster Pavilion, after all. And yet, why did I feel like something was amiss? Maybe it was because of what Ardeen Spellweaver said earlier. That part about not wanting his dad to defeat Darah too soon like he had a plan in place that needed time to come together.
I swiveled my head to question him only to discover he and his mount were no longer on the opposite side of Aura. Nope, Ardeen Spellweaver was already trotting leisurely toward the two great generals, who, like everyone else, had paused their battle to gape at the arrival of the third army.
Seeing him unfazed by their arrival sent a stinging pain into my brain. Kind of like my visere-sense was tingling in a bad way.
"Aura… stay here and be ready to lead the men," I said as I glanced toward her. Then I nodded toward Luca and ordered him to follow me, "Watch my back, little brother."
Without waiting for either of them to respond, I urged Myth Chaser to race after Ardeen. Only, by this time, he was already within range of both great generals.
"Hurry, Myth Chaser," I stressed, tightening my grip on the reins and spurring him on.
Not that I needed to worry too much as both great generals turned their heads toward him once he was close enough. Darah's annoyed stare was expected, but seeing the surprised look Spellweaver sent his son was even more worrying.
"Ardeen… did you call these reinforcements here?" he asked, his voice half-angry and half-confused. "I told you we didn't need the Scarlet Moon to win this war."
Ardeen inclined his head to his father. "Forgive me for not informing you of this stage of the plan, Great General." Ardeen glanced up at his father. "But it is all for the sake of our total victory."
I couldn't put my finger on it, but something in the way he spoke to his dad didn't sit well with me. Maybe it was the way he was glaring at his father despite bowing to him. That was definitely weird.
Spellweaver also glared at Ardeen, his eyes narrowing into slits. "Fool… be prepared for your punishment once this debacle is over."
Ardeen inclined his head again in a showing of deference. Then he moved to position his mount behind his father. That's when I saw her. The masked rider was back.
She'd appeared on the other side of Darah, charging toward my great general with her katana in hand while Darah was distracted by the exchange between the enemy great general and his son.
"General Darah!" From right behind me, I heard Luca yell Darah's name as a kind of warning. Unfortunately, this had the opposite effect of having Darah swivel her head toward us and keeping her from discovering the assassin at her other side.
I didn't think. I just threw my falchion forward and hoped against all hope that I wasn't about to mess this up. After all, my vision wasn't exactly twenty-twenty anymore.
It missed Darah's head by a hair's breadth, streaked past her, and would have struck the masked rider's swifthart if she hadn't swatted it away with her katana.
Yes, I missed, but it wasn't so bad that I did. Partly because I would have felt bad if I'd killed that swifthart. Partly because my roguish maneuver was enough to slow the masked rider down long enough for Darah to turn in her direction, and with a killing intent that would have made me whimper like a baby, swing her still flaming golden sword at her would-be-assassin.
Darah's single swing cut off the head of the swifthart I'd almost killed, wasting the relief I'd felt for it.
Her second fiery swing was meant for the masked rider's falling form, but the dark elf had launched herself up in the last second, jumping like a gymnast and rolling in the air until she landed feet first beside Darah. Stupid choice.
Darah was too quick and the masked rider had barely turned to face her when she felt the iron fist hit her right in the solar plexus, launching her off her feet, just in time for a downward swing of Darah's sword pommel to send slamming back into the ground.
Luca, who had reached my side, was whistling now. "She kind of pulled off a sweet Tekken-like combo there."
The super geek in me really, really wanted to tell Luca that Tekken actually meant Iron Fist in English which was ironic considering Darah's monicker. Sadly, I wasn't able to indulge my inner geek because that's when we heard the scream of pain come out of Great General Spellweaver's lips.
"Seriously?!" My brow furrowed to its extreme. "What the F—"
"—Dean, why'd he do that?" Luca interrupted my almost-use of a swear word.
Believe me, if you had seen what I just saw your mind would have been blown away too.
The shadowblade tip of a knight's sword was sticking out of Spellweaver's chest similar to how those baby aliens from that really old movie, Aliens, burst out of people's chests in that really gross way. Even more bizarre, the hand holding onto the sword that had just pierced the great general's chest belonged to his son.
Ardeen Spellweaver had gotten off his swifthart and pierced his dad from the back like in that game about assassins in white coats while he was distracted with Darah's attack.
When he turned his head to face his son, I half-expected him to scream, "e'tu brute?" which was this famous line from Shakespeare's play which Julius Caesar said when he was stabbed by his friend Brutus. But blood gushed out of Spellweaver's mouth, making him choke on whatever it is he wanted to tell his son. So, like the great parent he was, he opted to reach for his son's neck with his free hand instead and tried to choke the life out of Ardeen.
Geez, small wonder he was just betrayed by his own flesh and blood.
"Forgive me, father," Ardeen Spellweaver said as he attempted to pull his father's grasping fingers away from his neck. "But it is time for you to retire and for me to finally be free of you!"
"A-ar-de~~en!" Spellweaver must have reached into himself and called out whatever gas he had left in the tank. For with the hand he used to choke his son, he lifted Ardeen Spellweaver off the ground and held him there with a vice-like grip that might have done lots of damage if the Masked Rider hadn't gotten up and stabbed him again in the back with her Katana.
Spellweaver let go of his son and stumbled to the ground on one knee. Dark blood poured out of his wounds and soiled the earth underneath him.
My first thought was, How the hell was she back up after getting creamed by Darah just now? This was immediately followed by, Did these bastards just pull off a coup d'état in the middle of this huge battle?
A hand grasped my leg, and I looked down and found Darah looking up at me.
Darah tossed me my falchion. "Focus, Dean!"
"Ye-yes, ma'am," I answered almost by instinct.
"I want you to figure a way out of this mess so we can regroup with Roger," she commanded.
My brain must still be on loading. I didn't understand what she meant.
But then I heard the angry roar of the crowd surrounding us, and I turned my gaze at the hundred of Magesong soldiers who had just unfrozen after seeing their master murdered. And now they were charging at us with their hands raised even though we had nothing to do with this betrayal.
"Oh, shit," I sighed. "Here we go again."
The horrendous wailing swept across the battlefield, causing all who heard it to stop in their tracks. Everyone, from the lowest foot soldier to the dueling great generals, all stood still and listened.Then we felt the ground rumble beneath our feet. Not like an earthquake. More like the feeling of the earth-shaking as something heavy moved across it. You know, like when you're walking along a track and a train passes by. Of course, there were no trains in the Fayne, and that realization made my whole body tense up.When we finally saw them, their purple banners unfurled and dancing in the wind, I felt my throat go dry."Shit," I mumbled.There were so many of them. Soldiers of an unfamiliar army geared in cloaks of brilliant red marching down on our battlefield from whatever hell in the north they'd come from. Tens of thousands of them. Perhaps more. And soaring above these scarlet warriors was a battalion of dark-feathered birds that were like eagles. Enormous birds of prey with twenty-foot wingspans and long necks and talons as wide as minivans."No," Aura whispered from beside me. "They're here why are they here?!"I didn't need to be psychic to understand the agitation in her voice. Those purple banners with their red crescent moons were recognizable to any soldier of the Fayne. Even a Mudgardian like me knew that symbolthe symbol of the Scarlet Moon."Looks like we're in deep shit now," I said."Are they enemy reinforcements?" Luca asked."Probably," I said uncertainly.It wasn't hard to deduce that the Scarlet Moon was here to help the Magesong army out. They were official allies who both hated the Trickster Pavilion, after all. And yet, why did I feel like something was amiss? Maybe it was because of what Ardeen Spellweaver said earlier. That part about not wanting his dad to defeat Darah too soon like he had a plan in place that needed time to come together.I swiveled my head to question him only to discover he and his mount were no longer on the opposite side of Aura. Nope, Ardeen Spellweaver was already trotting leisurely toward the two great generals, who, like everyone else, had paused their battle to gape at the arrival of the third army.Seeing him unfazed by their arrival sent a stinging pain into my brain. Kind of like my visere-sense was tingling in a bad way."Aura stay here and be ready to lead the men," I said as I glanced toward her. Then I nodded toward Luca and ordered him to follow me, "Watch my back, little brother."Without waiting for either of them to respond, I urged Myth Chaser to race after Ardeen. Only, by this time, he was already within range of both great generals."Hurry, Myth Chaser," I stressed, tightening my grip on the reins and spurring him on.Not that I needed to worry too much as both great generals turned their heads toward him once he was close enough. Darah's annoyed stare was expected, but seeing the surprised look Spellweaver sent his son was even more worrying."Ardeen did you call these reinforcements here?" he asked, his voice half-angry and half-confused. "I told you we didn't need the Scarlet Moon to win this war."Ardeen inclined his head to his father. "Forgive me for not informing you of this stage of the plan, Great General." Ardeen glanced up at his father. "But it is all for the sake of our total victory."I couldn't put my finger on it, but something in the way he spoke to his dad didn't sit well with me. Maybe it was the way he was glaring at his father despite bowing to him. That was definitely weird.Spellweaver also glared at Ardeen, his eyes narrowing into slits. "Fool be prepared for your punishment once this debacle is over."Ardeen inclined his head again in a showing of deference. Then he moved to position his mount behind his father. That's when I saw her. The masked rider was back.She'd appeared on the other side of Darah, charging toward my great general with her katana in hand whileDarah was distracted bythe exchange between the enemy great generaland hisson."General Darah!" From right behind me, I heard Luca yell Darah's name as a kind of warning. Unfortunately, this had the opposite effect of having Darah swivel her head toward us and keeping her from discovering the assassin at her other side.I didn't think. I just threw my falchion forward and hoped against all hope that I wasn't about to mess this up. After all, my vision wasn't exactly twenty-twenty anymore.It missed Darah's head by a hair's breadth, streaked past her, and would have struck the masked rider's swifthart if she hadn't swatted it away with her katana.Yes, I missed, but it wasn't so bad that I did. Partly because I would have felt bad if I'd killed that swifthart. Partly because my roguish maneuver was enough to slow the masked rider down long enough for Darah to turn in her direction, and with a killing intent that would have made me whimper like a baby, swing her still flaming golden sword at her would-be-assassin.Darah's single swing cut off the head of the swifthart I'd almost killed, wasting the relief I'd felt for it.Her second fiery swing was meant for the masked rider's falling form, but the dark elf had launched herself up in the last second, jumping like a gymnast and rolling in the air until she landed feet first beside Darah. Stupid choice.Darah was too quick and the masked rider had barely turned to face her when she felt the iron fist hit her right in the solar plexus, launching her off her feet, just in time for a downward swing of Darah's sword pommel to send slamming back into the ground.Luca, who had reached my side, was whistling now. "She kind of pulled off a sweet Tekken-like combo there."The super geek in me really, really wanted to tell Luca that Tekken actually meant Iron Fist in English which was ironic considering Darah's monicker. Sadly, I wasn't able to indulge my inner geek because that's when we heard the scream of pain come out of Great General Spellweaver's lips."Seriously?!" My brow furrowed to its extreme. "What the F""Dean, why'd he do that?" Luca interrupted my almost-use of a swear word.Believe me, if you had seen what I just saw your mind would have been blown away too.The shadowblade tip of a knight's sword was sticking out of Spellweaver's chest similar to how those baby aliens from that really old movie, Aliens, burst out of people's chests in that really gross way. Even more bizarre, the hand holding onto the sword that had just pierced the great general's chest belonged to his son.Ardeen Spellweaver had gotten off his swifthart and pierced his dad from the back like in that game about assassins in white coats while he was distracted with Darah's attack.When he turned his head to face his son, I half-expected him to scream, "e'tu brute?" which was this famous line from Shakespeare's play which Julius Caesar said when he wasstabbedby his friend Brutus. But blood gushed out of Spellweaver's mouth, making him choke on whatever it is he wanted to tell his son. So, like the great parent he was, he opted to reach for his son's neck with his free hand instead and tried to choke the life out of Ardeen.Geez, small wonder he was just betrayed by his own flesh and blood."Forgive me, father," Ardeen Spellweaver said as he attempted to pull his father's grasping fingers away from his neck. "But it is time for you to retire and for me to finally be free of you!""A-ar-de~~en!" Spellweaver must have reached into himself and called out whatever gas he had left in the tank. For with the hand he used to choke his son, he lifted Ardeen Spellweaver off the ground and held him there with a vice-like grip that might have done lots of damage if the Masked Rider hadn't gotten up and stabbed him again in the back with her Katana.Spellweaver let go of his son and stumbled to the ground on one knee. Dark blood poured out of his wounds and soiled the earth underneath him.My first thought was, How the hell was she back up after getting creamed by Darah just now? Thiswas immediately followedby, Did these bastards just pull off a coup d'tat in the middle of this huge battle?A hand grasped my leg, and I looked down and found Darah looking up at me.Darah tossed me my falchion. "Focus, Dean!" "Ye-yes, ma'am," I answered almost by instinct."I want you to figure a way out of this mess so we can regroup with Roger," she commanded.My brain must still be on loading. I didn't understand what she meant.But then I heard the angry roar of the crowd surrounding us, and I turned my gaze at the hundred of Magesong soldiers who had just unfrozen after seeing their master murdered. And now they were charging at us with their hands raised even though we had nothing to do with this betrayal."Oh, shit," I sighed. "Here we go again."
