A Game of Flags

Chapter Eight: The Return to Roam

𝗧he Solidarity took days to row back to Roam, as they took a break at Brookrill; informing the Lord Elafir about the battle between Greflyn and the Celtog.
"Good gracious!" said he. "He died! Just like that?"
"Yes," said Arathor, "we were too surprised aswell. Then we went to Lethien and met up with Ceregor and Elanaril."
"Hmm, i see, i see," said Elafir; "where are you guys heading now?"
"Back to Roam," said Evera, "war is happening i'm afraid. Therefore we can not stay here long," he turned to the others. "When are we going?"
"In a few," said Arathor, as he turned back to Elafir. "Is it possible that Greflyn should've died? And all hope is lost?"
Elafir seemed concerned as he thought, and then he spoke: "Well, i don't know if his intention was to die. But i suppose he fought the Celtog so you all lived, am i wrong?"
Arathor shook his head. "That was exactly how it went."
"Well, i see no point in debating," said Elafir. "You guys have lived, you better make it back to Roam quick."

So the Solidarity left Brookrill and rowed further, eventually making it to the Borders of Roam, as they traveled to the Twenty-Eighth floor - Roam - one of the national cities of Nazrule.
"We have made it," said Arathor, getting off the boat. "Hurry! Hurry!"
"This looks too massive!" said D'Angelo.
"Oh, you'll get used to it," said Perrin to D'Angelo. "It's not that bad."
"I hope!"
"Younglings, you go, Eli - D'Angelo, follow me."
So the Solidarity parted as the Three Younglings went westward into the suburbs, and the Warriors left the City, rowed even further, and then went up a few floors, and found the Lord's location.

The Lord was holding his dark staff, his face looking crooked as he wore his golden crown, his room was lit of fire torches and candles, as the fireplace was lit up, it was the Opposite of the Dining Hall in Grandzam.
"What are those Outsiders doing here?" asked the Lord. "They are not Nazrule!"
"They are my traveling companions," said Arathor. "- Nazrule is going to war, you heard?"
"Who hasn't?" said the Lord. "It's worldwide news, those pesty Donrules will have no idea what hit them!"
Eli bowed. "Lord Kornus, it is I, Eli Warden, Vylf of the Kingdom of Lurkmist - the Prince is at your service."
Kornus nodded. "Glad to see some Outsiders willing to fight for me," he turned to Arathor. "I already sent troops to Grandzam, the War shalt begin there."
"So be it," said Arathor gulping, "i have my own Solidarity as i shalt send them to war. Correct?"
"Correct," said Kornus. "Nazrule needs much help as it can get, or it is open season on the cities and kingdoms."
Arathor nodded. "We will not fail," he turned to the others. "Wont we?"
"Oh, no!" said D'Angelo. "Na, we won't fail. Lord Kornus, we will serve you good."
D'Angelo bowed, holding onto his axe, as Kornus nodded: "Get that Solidarity of yours on the Front Lines, the War will start in a few days."
And so the Three ran out of the Castle, eventually tracking down the Younglings; they all agreed to go to war, as now the Solidarity had been reunited, wearing their suits of Nazrule armor, they rode a few floors and met with their fellow troops.

Grandzam was busier than before.
People were running around, Soldiers running to the Front Gates, along with Lines of Archers on the Fort, as they kneeled down, with an arrow in load incase any Nazrules were spotted.
"Everyone, in positions!" shouted Bergorn. "Nazrule's are detecting the area! All of them!"
Rago ran out of his house, wearing his blue armor, as Citizens ran past him, he was confused at what was going on; he even was starting to feel Anxious as the Nazrule's didn't even arrive yet, and they were all panicked for life.
Somehow he climbed his way towards Bergorn, as he asked: "Sir! What is going on! Why is everyone running so early!"
"The Nazrule's are drawing near," said Bergorn, "we are getting our troops ready. There are Millions, Rago."
Rago nodded, as Bergorn said: "Get on my Back, we have to get to the Borders. quick!"
Bergorn grabbed Rago up, as the Fast Horse charged to the Little Citadel that lied ahead, there was another Citadel ahead; as it was likely the Nazrule's were going to use that as a Base of Operation.
Rago got off the horse as he ran up the stairs to the Fort, as Bergorn ran up following, meeting with his Archers, as the Horses of Nazrule rode over the last mountain; now they were approaching the area forreal.
Everything went dead silent, as Bergorn said, "There they are," he turned to the others. "You know what to do, there is no turning back now."
The Gates were closed as a bunch of Soldiers were holding their spears ready, as soon as those doors bursted open; they would charge.
Rago sat down. "This is a disaster," he said. "I have that weird feeling in my stomach, am i beyond anxious?"
"You are not the only one," said Bergorn. "But even when we are, we still get up and Fight, as we are war heroes. You need to adapt to that, Rago."
Rago slowly nodded, as Bergorn looked up again. "They have fast horses," he said, turning to the Archers. "They are approaching! Fire your arrows! Fire!"
The Arrows fired from Grandzam as it hit a large portion of Nazrule Soldiers, as Bergorn shouted; "Again! Fire!"
Arrows fired again, as it hit less soldiers than before, as the Nazrule approached fast, as some soldiers started spearing the gate, causing tiny holes, as a few boars shook the ground hitting it.
Bergorn looked down at the Soldiers. "Stay confident!" he said.
And then, the gates bursted open, as the Nazrule's charged in, with Bergorn roaring as he jumped down, slashing a few soldiers, along with Rago, as he jumped down aswell.
The War had begun.

Nine is soon!