The Rage Of The White Dove

Chapter One

"Have you heard? We, Valooria, is getting ready for war"

"War? That means my precious Osmund will be called out"

"May God watch over him and guide him through the battle"

I huffed at the conversation. Valooria is getting ready for war, but against who? Who would be brave or stupid enough to face off Valooria? There is only one land, Rai'wdaiq, they have almost double the amount of High Knights yet only a little less than half the size of Valooria. It is said that Rai'wdaiq has the bravest and most brutal High Knights across all continents.

This opportunity is golden and I won't let it go again. Not after what they did to them. Not after how the High Knights of Rai'wdaiq slaughtered the Mages of Okilear.

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I teleported around the battlefield in my magic enchanted armor, only leaving white smoke and rolling heads after me.

Twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six... I counted the heads of the Rai'wdaiqian army as they fell to the ground. I tried to make this as quick of an affair as I could since the enchantment on my armor will soon wear off.

My zweihander, Iqvael'har, swung through the air effortlessly.

Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty... three..?

My rampage stopped as a sharp pain found its way between the layers of my armor. I lost track of time and my armor enchantment had worn off. I fell down to my knees.

"Iqvael'har" my sword shrunk to a single handed one.

I gathered my powers and managed to teleport to the edge of the nearby forest, I continued I bit deeper into the forest before I couldn't take it anymore. As my condition worsened my teleportation length shortened. Damnit.

I stood on all four as I tried to catch my breath, but the arrow that was stuck in my stomach made it hard. But the rustle behind me made me turn around on my back and unsheath my sword.

I couldn't believe my eyes. In front of me stood one of the High Knights of Rai'wdaiq. His black armor would scare even the bravest knights or mages. His helmet had spikes in a circle on the top, mimicking a crown and the part that was covering his face looked like a skull. His figure towered over me and in his hand was a zweihander, yet he used it as a single handed one, and in the other hand was a shield with the crest of Rai'wdaiq's High Knights, you could also get a glimpse of the bow and arrows that sat on his back. His breathing came out as mist through the holes of the face plate. It is said the Rai'wdaiqian High Knights are more brutal than High Knights usually are, so if he would begin cutting me up like you would with a turkey, it wouldn't surprise me.

Maybe it is because I'm wounded but being this close, frightens me more than I thought it would.

I drew my sword at him and tried to teleport one last time but I just moved a couple of centimeters.

"You can sheath your sword, Mage" his deep voice echoed a little in the helmet along with his minor Rai'wdaiqian accent.

I didn't sheath my sword, I just kept pointing it at him.

"I said sheath it" his voice sounded more serious this time and I suspiciously sheathed my sword.

"I saw you on the battlefield fighting for Valooria, but you don't have their crest anywhere"

"I, don't fight, for anyone" I gritted out.

"Why are you out here risking your life then?" he said and gestured towards the arrow, but I kept quiet, for all I know he could be one of the ones who killed the Mages of Okilear.