Broken Promise

The Letter

It was evident that they were nearing the village center as the number of leafless trees that resembled twisted veins feeding the sky began to decrease, replaced by small homes. The fresh blanket of snow turned into a crushed muddied mess, villagers did their best to scoop the snow to form connecting paths. Children ran around playfully as they tossed snow at each other causing yelps of joy. The sound of the war drums had passed, but Eddon could see many of the elders' forced smiles, more villagers were starting to leave their homes to do their daily work as best they could in the snow, many stopped to wave their greetings as they passed.

"Eddon! Eddon! Come join us" a young boy called Rilu exclaimed as he ran up to him.

"Maybe later"

"You always say that," Rilu complained.

"Okay. How about this, tomorrow we will have a large snow battle for the day"

"You promise?"

"I promise"

Rilu jumped up gleefully as he ran off to join his friends, Eddon could hear one of the elders cry out after getting hit in the face with a handful of snow. Both he and his father couldn't help but laugh as the children scrambled away like mice caught by a cook. The village homes were made sturdy but nothing compared to the feasting hall. It had a well-thatched roof that sat upon a thick timber frame, it was built larger than any of the surrounding homes with a large wooden door. As they neared they could hear shouting coming from inside, they shook off the snow from their cloaks as they stepped into the spacious hall. A dozen villagers sat at a long table arguing, a greying old man was the only one quiet with a hand on his forehead in frustration.

"Ahh at last. Marak, tell these fools that they have no place building on my land"

"You are the only fool in this room, Smare" a woman responded.

Marak gave Eddon a tired look, he knew it was going to be a long day for his father already. Most of the villagers saw his father as a person of reason and so treated his opinion with high regard. However, when everyone wants you to agree with them it could get very tedious.

"Go stand by Aretu over there son," Marak said as he strolled to the table, Eddon nodded, walking over to his friend who stood leaning against the wooden wall. Aretu was what most would call handsome, with jet black hair and a finely groomed beard. Eddon leaned on the wall next to him as he looked at his father taking a seat, trying his best to calm them all down to no avail.

"They're going at it more than usual today" Eddon whispered.

"The army passing by has everyone more on edge, Margret didn't even leave her home today and she hasn't missed a village gathering since she gained a seat at the table," Aretu replied.

"So I haven't missed much then"

"Other than Smare saying Janna's late husband went to an early grave to get away from her insufferable nagging. Then yes, you haven't missed much. How have you been, you know since..."

"You don't start that as well, I already have my parents asking me that constantly. I don't need my friend to be doing the same."

The old man slammed his fist onto the table in annoyance, which silenced them all. Even though he looked like a frail man, the villagers knew not to rub Kravas the wrong way. Some of the cups had tipped over, water spilled over the table being soaked in the rough-grained floorboards. All eyes were now looking at him.

"I didn't call this meeting to have you squabbling like children" Kravas croaked. "If you are not aware already things are changing, and this village does not center around you two"

Smare sat back with a distasteful grunt, his hooked nose, and droopy lips made him permanently look in a state of anger. But it seemed Kravas words had settled him and Janna as they both kept quiet.

"Thank you Marak for coming on such short notice. It's good to see your boy is back in good strength" all heads swiveled to look at Eddon, he looked down in embarrassment he was never the one for attention, that had always been Aretu talent.

"And I wish we could celebrate. But I fear the news I received would make that unlikely to happen."

"Get on with it then Kravas," Smare said apprehensively. In return, the outburst got him a cold stare that made him sit even further back, any further and he would topple over.

"I received a message from the Elsorium, they will be sending recruiters in the coming weeks to have men of fighting age join the war effort against Valsalh."

The villagers gasped as they cried out in defiance, Eddon could feel his leg begin to shake again. He had never been brave like his brother or strong like Aretu, he doubted he would even survive a day in the frontlines not with all the stories he had heard of mages casting lighting from the sky like Gods.

"First they take our crops so that we barely have enough to feed our own this winter, now they want to take our boys to fight their war. Over our dead bodies!" Smare shouted.

"I agree. Enough is enough, we should-" Janna said.

"We should what, Fight them? Plead with them? What can we possibly do to stop them from ripping our children from their homes." A man by the name of Tevin exclaimed, he had low-cut hair, his tunic hanged loosely on his thin body.

"Cursed mages" Smare sneered.

"Careful how you talk. You are among friends but if those words were to fall on the wrong ears, you will be meeting a headsman's chopping block."

"You worry about yourself, Marak. Just because you were too spineless to save your other boy doesn't mean we will stand and watch like you."

Marak flinched at the remark but quickly regained composure, Aretu grabbed Eddon's wrist before he could do anything rash. He gave him a look that told him this wasn't the time to fight, Eddon knew he was right not that he was much of a threat to Smare who was double his size. He would just end up back in bed covered in bruises.

"Listen, I know full well how it feels to lose a child to this war more than anybody. I also know that acting like a rebellion is a quick way to have this village turned into ashes."

"We are farmers, not soldiers," Tevin added.

"To the Elsorium if you can swing a scythe, then you can thrust a spear."

The room went quiet for a long moment as the news dawned on them, even though the large fireplace was full of burning logs the room felt like it had just become chillier. Many of them hanged their heads in defeat as they knew that Marak's words were true, they had no choice in the matter, the same way a ship has no choice in the direction of the wind, it must adapt to find its destination.

"Marak is right, there's nothing we can do now. We still have a week yet till they arrive, until then we can only hope by Amiros fortune we come up with something. Hold your children close tonight, as the mage war will soon be knocking on the very door of our village."