The Unwilling Protagonist

Chapter 15: Road to War

Theme of Hierophant's Army:

A/N: This video pretty much summarizes what's going on.

The green of the grass on the ground was slowly covered by a haze of black. Hierophant's army marched as one unit; never stopping, never resting. Each individual soldier was a deadly foe to fight. Although armed with a simple sword and shield, the weapons these soldiers carried were capable of blocking most weapons and magic, and cutting through almost anything. At the rear, Hierophant marched behind his army, observing them as the marched. He could find no flaws in his ranks, no discrepancies, not even a single soldier was out of step. He looked to his left and right to observe the outer limits of the army before looking back at the middle.

Chariot rode on its dais, which was being pulled by two ethereal horses. Their manes were like fire, burning upwards like the rest of their body, and their red eyes could unnerve the bravest fighter. Chariot itself held the reins with one hand while holding its weapon in the other.

Both members were resuming their conquest westward. They were going to war again.

Opening Theme:

Y/N dropped his bag of things on the floor in his room. It had been two days since the Reighland had spoken with General Rathe about her plan to drive back Hierophant and Chariot's advance. Fortunately, the good general agreed to this plan, and was now assembling his army. A quick look at Y/N's stats showed he needed to put more effort into his eating and cooking talent; this opportunity to work with the army could help with that. He had made a quick run to his house just to gather his supplies and whip-up a load of snacks for the road ahead.

"Good, gods, you eat more than a fat cow..." Geralt teased.

"Well, it's not just me I have to feed." Y/N replied as he inspected his sword.

Geralt simply nodded his head, "You know, Y/N, you could very well die at some point in the near-future..."

"I understand that."

"So, if there's anything that you would like to do before that happens, you might want to get it out of the way; you know, so you don't die with any regrets..." Geralt hinted.

"What are you getting at?" Y/N paused his inspection.

"Is there anything that you want to do before you die? Any achievements missing from your life?" Geralt grinned like a Cheshire cat, "Or is there anything you want to...say to anyone before you die? Like, someone you...care about...or...love?"

"I'm about to say some choice words to you if you don't shut up." Y/N replied harshly.

"Lie all you want, I see your face turning red; you know exactly what I'm saying, don't you?"

"And I don't need you to say it." Y/N turned his back on Geralt.

"Alright, I just thought I'd remind you..." Geralt did a low bow. Y/N turned around again to see that Geralt had disappeared once more.

"Sword? Yep. Gun? Yep. Food for the road? Yep." Y/N ran through the checklist he made for himself, inspecting the items that he intended on bringing. Once that was done, he laid on his bed and stretched himself out. It was only the afternoon, and he was already tired.