My Beginning After the End Four Armies

With the Rebels

Nithe Leywin

I was at the border near the Vechor army with Cylrit, this wasn't exactly what I wanted to be doing right now, but I didn't have much of a say since Seris was in charge. We were sitting in a tent, just talking about what might be needed, there wasn't much to do except wait for orders.

I knew that Melzri was in Vechor somewhere, creating half-breeds for Agrona, I didn't know where they were getting so many people, but their army was growing steadily. That's why we need to attack soon, it'll be the only way to make sure that the force doesn't grow too much.

The Wraith army was a different story, I had no clue where they were, no one did, only certain individuals, and none of them were our spies, which sucked. If Agrona sent them to destroy us, they would, and there wouldn't be a thing I could do for anyone here. I would most likely teleport out, leaving them to be killed or taken prisoners.

"I hope Caera is able to get ahold of Arthur soon." Cylrit said, looking at me from across a table within the tent we were sitting in. "We need him, the people here within this camp are already struggling to stay calm, they need a spark."

"I could give them a spark." I conjured a bolt of energy in my hand, then leaned back, and dispersed the spell. "I understand, I can see it, but you should know they are going into the Relictombs, it's going to be a couple of weeks, maybe months, before we see them again."

"We may be gone before that happens." Cylrit spoke out loud, but it felt like he was more talking to himself. "It's only a matter of time before Agrona sends the Legacy again, and from what I heard from Seris and you, a battle with her again will only result in death."

"I wouldn't say that." I told him, shrugging. "It wouldn't end well, but that doesn't mean we can't retreat ourselves; we still have a home in Dicathen we can return to." I knew he wouldn't like this, and to be honest, I wouldn't return back with him, but he did have a way to live.

"I guess that is true." Cylrit thought about it. "What about Dicathen? We talked about bringing some of their troops here, that would possibly give us a fighting chance." This was not going to happen, the elves, well, let's say they were going to come here, but not to aid Cylrit.

"Hmm, I don't know, there is a lot of issues going on over there, and to be honest, I don't think the soldiers would want to fight alongside you." I told him, turning towards the tent entrance, then back to him. "Alacryans aren't a hot topic there, and if they are talked about, it isn't in a good way."

"I figured." He nodded his head, understanding what I meant. "It's going to be rough couple of months then, we are going to have to do whatever we can to hold this place." There were about ten thousand Alacryans within the camp we were at, and on the other side of the shield, there were eight thousand soldiers from the Vechor army, but that was only because they were holding back, but their forces were divided.

"Seris has everything planned out." I told him, knowing she didn't, there were a lot of variables she was unable to predict, my father was one of them. "But you are right, holding this place, holding Sehz-Clar, it is going to be very rough."

"Where you telling Seris the truth about Virion?" He asked me, looking into my eyes, trying to read me, but that was not going to work. "Is he truly on our side? I've been with the boy many times, and one thing is for certain, you never know what he will do next."

"Who knows?" I shrugged, looking at him. "Like I told Seris, for now, he is on our side, and that should be enough for now." We weren't attacking Sehz-Clar, and I was here with Raven protecting it. "I should say something, and you should know this, Cylrit, my father actually likes you."