Planet Serenthia

Chapter 19

When I awake Targriss is no where to be seen, I wash my body before finding a fresh rags laid on the side for me, I put it on thankful that I can now wash my dirty ones from yesterday. Haging up the dress I notice a breeze from the end of the storm blowing in, and a letter from his desk falls onto the floor. I pick it up going to place it back onto the desk however the writing catches my eye.

Dear Targriss,

I hope this letter finds you well, though I fear the news it carries may weigh heavily upon you. The war here has intensified, and the situation grows ever more dire with each passing day. Zyrrokul, a valued member of our forces, has fallen victim to an attack by one of the roughes. His injuries are severe, and he now lies incapacitated, leaving a void in our ranks that threatens to destabilize our defenses.

In his absence, Vexorin has stepped forward to assume his position, doing his utmost to maintain order and lead our forces in Zyrrokul's stead. Yet, despite his efforts, I cannot shake the gnawing sense of dread that looms over us. The enemy grows bolder with each passing skirmish, and I fear that this time, they may indeed prevail against us.

I write to you now out of desperation, for we find ourselves in dire need of reinforcements. In the last two weeks alone, we have suffered the loss of thirty brave men, their sacrifices serving as a grim reminder of the stakes we face in this conflict. We cannot afford to lose any more lives, nor can we allow the enemy to gain any further ground.

Targriss, we need your help. Our forces are stretched thin, and our resources dwindle with each passing day. If we are to stand any chance of emerging victorious from this conflict, we require the aid of additional troops and supplies. I implore you to send whatever assistance you can spare, for the fate of your people hangs in the balance.

May your strength and wisdom guide us through these dark times, and may we emerge triumphant against the forces that seek to destroy us.

Yours in hope,

Lady Beth

Taking a deep inhale of breath, I feel the anger rise through my body, this must be the same beth, the one that was in love with (her mates name). Targriss had entered the room, not paying attention to the letter in my hand, nor the fact that I am shaking with anger. "How could you lie to me" I snap starring him in the eyes no longer caring about manners and respect.

"What are you talking about."

"I am talking about Lady Beth, the same Beth that I have been searching for, for the last year! The only reason I entered this camp." I almost yell.

"So you have been looking through my belonings." He snaps grabbing the letter.

"Well how else would I have know! You made me believe that she is dead." I yell as his eyes burn into mine.

"How else was I going to prevent you from running away to find her." He snaps back "It is not like you are the smartest women on this planet."

"You lied!"

"To protect you"

"I do not need your protection! How many times." I scream as he steps closer to me

"Do not raise your voice!"

"I will do as I please! I am leaving!"

"No"

"Yes"

"And where do you plan to go? Do you know her location."

"No but I will find it."

"And be attacked by roughes."

"At least I will be doing something to try and help them. Unlike you who is still sitting in your camp letting them suffer."

"Who are you to question my authority."