A New Beginning

The Plan. And of Course, The Ally

D.E.171

Once they crossed Peasant's Field, vast, lush green land with tall towering trees met their eyes. While everyone else laid down the spare tents that she had brought, Shayne started creating a wall of rocks piled together to form a barricade from the soldiers. Perspiring from creating the wall, she then asked Debra to fill the gate with frosted ice. Then, the two of them called Emma to look at the wall.

"It is a wonder... Hey, are those spying corners filled with ice frosted on the enemies' side only? Cool! Ooh, and there are areas for the archers to shoot at enemies! Hey, do you seriously have to think of everything? I wanted to find some plot holes. Dang!"

"Can you stop fangirling and go back to help your soldiers?"

"But you're the general!"

"And you're the Colonel of lightning," Shayne returned with a sly grin. "Go! That is an order, soldier!" Emma smiled and turned around. Debra wondered why she could give out ice. She closed her eyes and then she felt a swept of anger at the soldiers who refused to help her. She thought about everyone she had hated and clenched her fists, feeling a gust of cold wind flow pass her.

"Debra! Open your eyes! Stop!" Shayne yelled and Debra jolted at the squeeze Shayne gave her. Debra grumbled and looked up. That was when she saw that she created massive ice spikes in front of the barricade that had stabbed and punched out the brains of the soldiers on the opposite side. The clear ice stained with pink and red. Debra then fainted from exhaustion.

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The royal messenger trudged along the path in the forest naked. Earlier on he had ripped and torn his clothing before using it to wipe his blood off. He then placed his clothing on his horse to make it look like he was attack so as to not let the majestic King Richard see his messenger's grave fault. Just then, he felt his blood freezing in his body and he thought about those cold, blue eyes which had stared into his soul earlier and shuddered. Still when he pinched himself to make sure he was not dreaming, he felt a chill in his blood and his limbs growing numb. Thinking he was just growing insane, he looked around the forest and saw a pair of glowing red eyes staring straight at him. The dark brown hair that followed the eyes made the young man look familiar. But who?

Even stranger, he felt his mind melting and blood trickling out from his eyes. Was he in hell? No, hell would not feel cold. But it was not snowing and he felt cold and he was not melting yet he felt hot. At least his brain did.

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The boy with the red eyes stared at the hateful face of the messenger, hoping to end his life somehow. Sure, he got his wish. The messenger's brain exploded into a thousand tiny pinkish muscle. Onto his face. The boy then looked around for the messenger's horse so he could take the messenger's supplies. The boy then grinned and whistled for a horse, the same way the messenger did and sure enough, the horse arrived not soon later. The boy took the supplies and walked off, leaving the poor horse confused, trying to find a village not far away, wondering where it was.

"Now where is that village? Gosh, maybe I should trade my brain with hers..." he muttered and then he remembered the brain pieces that had been on his face earlier and quietened down.

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Shayne and Emma decided for a nice night walk together down the village, to persuade the villagers in Peasant's Field to join their little ragtag team. Shayne first went to the villager's leader, Jen, and asked if she would let her children join.

"Why the hell would I do that 'soldier'?"

"It is General, not 'soldier' and this army is against King Richard. Figured that would have made you join. Also, there would be land for crops which everyone will grow and share with you villagers, if you join us, that is."

"Not exactly wrong there, 'soldier'. I'll decide on the other half though. Sounds too good to be true."

"Well let's see, is there anyone you are really against on Richard's side?"

"Yes. General Douglas," Jen seethed with anger, unbeknownst to her, Shayne already knew exactly why.

"Hmm. General Simon Douglas, you mean?"

"Yes. How many Douglas are there even anyway?"

"Two. I want to kill Simon myself though... Maybe I will just avenge your daughter as I avenge my friend and myself when I kill Simon."

"Why do you want to kill him?"

"I want to kill my brother because he is a traitor. Now will you at least let you son join?"

"Hoot! It is your brother! Fine, only my son. Not my daughter coz I don't know if I should join ya." Jen handed over her son, Eric Cane, saying his affinity was most likely ice because she thought so. Shayne led Eric towards the forest path and he immediately went along the path like it was second nature to him. It probably was anyway. Together they left. Or Eric did anyway. Shayne was stopped by Jen who said, " Hey, we can help make your swords better. Like tailoring it to your standards. We probably also make pretty fine mail." Shayne grinned and replied, "Glad to be your ally then."