Into The Storm

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In the dead of the night, the siege towers were in place. One knight of Wolfholde looked at the army that stood in front of him. "Kill any knight that dares to attack you." He told them. "For pity's sake, leave the women and children, knock them out if you absolutely must. Rosalis wants her kingdom back and we will help her."

"Why are we helping this woman anyway?" One knight at the front asked. He looked at him a bit angrily.

"Do you remember that you were promised blood when you joined? I will give you that, plus the head of the regent. Frinnor will be ours to take and ours to control as we please.

Uliraf strolled about, inspecting the army and the artillery. He stopped and saw Rosalis, training for the fight that was to come. She swung her sword endlessly, taking out mannequins that were made of bags of straw. She spun, sticking the edge of her sword into one and then stabbed her sword right through another. He walked up to her. "I admire you." He told her. Rosalis drew the three and a half foot blade out of the bag of straw and turned to her husband.

"Why?"

"You have the courage to turn away from your own kingdom for the greater good. When it is time to fight, you fight like you are the third monkey on the ramp to Noah's ark."

Rosalis chuckled. "What was it that you saw on the other side?" She asked him.

"What do you mean?"

"You were dead for one minute. The demigod crushed you with its sword."

"You may not like what I have to say."

"Say it anyway."

"It was absolutely...nothing. The afterlife is nothing more than a fairytale. It was just darkness and loneliness."

Rosalis looked at him sadly and then leaned into him, planting a kiss onto his lips. "We need to just get through this war. Me and you. Together."

Uliraf smiled thinly and nodded.