gaeistis-fields of red (Original)

univolaris ixxx

men were shouting and chanting as they mobilised themselves infront of the miniapolic center of eulithia. yormungers of different sizes. black and white. red and blue. all from different ranks and units marched in towards the tribune were zelana and yelan stood. with their weapons in hand and their heads raised. they stood patiently before her. clouds were grey and void of any life. plants all died for an unknown reason. "there are alot of men today..". Yelan spoke as he stood next to her. leaning on his longsword as he stood awaiting for her announcement. "you will break your sword if you maintain it for long enough..". Zelana spoke as she glanced at him. her blue eyes met his dark brown ones. yelan smiled and raised his sword to sheaf it back into the casing. "has Cilliya returned?". yelan asked her.. Zelana nodded. "she has.. but where she exactly is i don't know.. all i hope she is doing well..". "was she not infected with the valnheim  disease?".
zelana raised her eyebrow's in suprise. "valnheim?". Yelan raised his eyebrows in return. "i thought you being a former historian would know that?". baffled. Zelana shook her head. "only of old drakanar and the battle of grey wood i know.. along with former extinct and extant animals. Yelan nodded his head in suprise.. "well.. either way.. i hope all goes well.. ".
Zelana observed the long standing army of yomungers before her. all lined up in groups of 50 each. counting to exactly 60000 men on a singular place. she grabbed her bow from her back and raised it before tapping it loudly on the wooden board. the chatter stopped as she gained their attention. "MEN! I HAVE GATHERED YOU HERE TODAY FOR A BATTLE THAT WILL DECIDE OUR FATE! ONE THAT EITHER WILL BE THE LAST.. OR THE ONE THAT WILL SET US IN THE HISTORY BOOKS!.". she paused for a moment. noticing a faint black ponytail in between the yormungers. yet before she could call it out. it dissapeared. she pondered before she spoke again. "WE HAVE BEEN BETRAYED BY OUR KING. THE CHAIRMEN LEFT US TO DIE!.. ALL FOR THE SAKE OF THEIR OWN SURVIVAL!. EVEN THE FAMED GODS HAVE NOT ANSWERED OUR PRAYERS!. BUT I! ZELANA CORTIF!. HOLDER OF THE MARTIERSLION BOW. WIELDER OF ANCIENT NUMOREAKIAN POWER! SHALL AND WILL LISTEN!.. FOR IT IS I.. THAT WILL LEAD OUR KINGDOM TO VICTORY!. I KNOW ALL OF YOU MEN ARE SCARED FOR YOUR LIFE!. GOING AGAINST THE ARMY OF THE WHISPERING ASH. BUT DO NOT FEAR.. FOR I SHALL PROTECT YOU UNTIL WE ACHIEVE VICTORY!". Yelan glanced at her in admiration.. her firm yet supportive voice. and her confident posture made her look like an unstoppable legend. "PEOPLE OF EULITHIA!. BLOOD OF OLD DRAKANAR AND THE OF THE HIGH FIURIE!. LETS MAKE TODAY OUR DAY OF VICTORY!". Zelana ended with her fist raised up in the air. the yormungers began to shout and cheer. raising their weapons in a celebratory manner as they all readied themselves for the battle that would decide their fate.