Fate once again

Part 3. Masari, the general

Gazol forest

Masari left an upset princess to join his stationed army. He knew that there was no chance of winning but he decided to fight till the end. His princess...- Masari warmly remembered her concerning face and smile. 

Masari's escort abruptly stopped. Something happened in front.

-General...

-Report

- There was injured women by the road.- Masari did not look concerned it was a war zone so she might be just an unfortunate victim.

He looked behind his guard heads and suddenly moved forward. The woman by the road was wearing light lilac clothing, Zia's favorite color. She had the same long dark hair and princess flower ornaments. Masari felt like his heart froze from fear and without much thinking he reached for the injured woman and scooped her up. It was Zia. She was injured but alive. Something was not right as to how the royal princess could end up in the middle of the forest road but Masari just had not time to process all these.

Suddenly women's face moved closer and her arms strongly clenched his neck.

-Gotcha!- he heard the strange voice and everything around him exploded in colors and light, he felt like his body was sucked into something and he teleported to another place.

Masari pushed the woman away and stood up. It was an enemy trap. He was no longer in the forest but in the war tent. He drew the sword moving aggressively towards the long-haired woman but the woman skillfully jumped to the far corner of the tent. She was a martial artist.

Masari heard another sound and when he turned around he saw two generals looking at him. Masari met them at a negotiation meeting, the closest comrades of Sar'gen.

-Ilula generals?- realized Masari

- General Masari welcome to Ilula' camp. We are not here to fight. Lets talk. 

- Yes, just give me a moment, - the injured woman interrupted. Masari turned towards her voice and froze from the shock. The woman removed her top and was standing there half-naked. Blood was still dripping from the deep cut on her arm. She no longer looked like Zia as her face became  changing morphing in something else. It was scary.

-Put some clothes...- Masari raised his voice, panicking.

-No need to...- replied the woman in a deep voice and Masari noticed how her long dark hair started to get lighter and lighter. The woman's petite body started getting more muscular and expanded in size ...another moment and Sar'gen was standing in Infront of Masari still wearing a thorned skirt.

-Lead commander Sar'gen? - Masari stared at him in complete disbelief.

Sar'gen took a closer look at Masari. He saw him last time almost three hundreds years ago all bloodied, dying.

Masari was a brave person, he came into that battle knowing that he would die. Sar'gen still vividly remembered how Masari was standing in the middle of the battlefield. Gazol's commander could no longer move as dead bodies palled around him. Sar'gen tried to reach him many times but Masari' people fought their last battle aggressively defending him. When Sar'gen managed to reach Masari, the Gazol' general was barely standing, his long dark hair was reddish from the blood and his face was almost white. Blood was gushing from many wounds on his body but this stubborn warrior was still standing. When he fell into Sar'gen's arms, not even a drop of blood was left in his tired body but he begged Sar'gen to have mercy for Gazol's people and their princess. He handed to him his sword and asked Sar'gen to promise that he would unite the kingdoms and would bring piece to the world. This sword Sar'gen carried with him in every battle from that time on, Purple Sword of the  Dark Words. Masari's sword was a himur. It was risky move to kidnap the general but Sar'gen knew it would be possible because his goal was not to harm Masari but save.