Cross the stars with me

Battle of Redfall

[A/N] Here we are, at the middle of the story, this may turn out to be one of my favourite pieces of writing I've ever done I have so much planned so prep your popcorn, and maybe your tissues if I want to be horrible. This will be a rather long chapter likely double what I've currently been doing . I'll be spending a few days perfecting this as I want it to be the best of my ability because I've been slacking a little lately. The main POV of this chapter will be a (I can't remember the damn terms) like an outsiders 3rd person describing what's happening. 

They met at the grassy plains, amply named the Redfall it was where the crimson sea waved back into its emerald beaches. From far away the opposing entities flashed their shining steel, waiting to bite and tear. The sparkling tiara sat upon a field of indigo fluttered in the wind and stared down the wave of chequered yellow and green and all could feel how close it was, how heavy the air became at the stench of apprehension.

Belric's men had looted, pillaged, and burned their way to their current standing. At Gresau castle women and children alike lay either dead or in chains and the commonroad burned away as the sun rose and fell. To his large host, the far smaller army led by the Amaranths was nothing but an irritating fly buzzing defiantly on a stone wall, all he would need to do was squash the pathetic bug.

Somehow, both had agreed for their commanders to meet and discuss terms. Both sides thought it was mad to do so, though their motivations differed greatly.

"My lord." Sir Godfrey called. Four riders were spotted walking at a slow trot toward them. "That will be Lord Belric."

"Don't waste your time calling him lord, he's a thick-headed cutthroat," Rob stated as he watched them approach.

As he neared, they saw that Belric had donned a crown of gold with four points fashioned in the shape of swords, ugly things lacking elegance. His grey breastplate was studded with ruby and sapphire. It was nothing more than a show, a way of placing himself as the higher power. Beside him rode Sir Killian, Sir Tanam, and the Lords Qwellan and Welton who bore power in the east.

"Cousin," Belric said toward Rob with chill distaste as he reined up. He turned his head and let out a mocking gasp at the sight of Eynal's stony glare. "Oh, now this is brilliant, the stories I have heard of you cousin they pleased my ears to hear but I was expecting a monster, some deformed husk of a human. It pains me to see you have become rather handsome."

"Belric." Rob returned. "We agreed to treat, so let us treat."

His bright eyes regarded Rob with deep discomfort. "I am sorry for your flimsy attempts at a defense." He said, "Though you surprised me at Rosehaven."

"Surprised you?" Rob said, matching the same condescending tone his cousin was using. "Ten men of yours died for every one of ours."

"That's it, now you're talking like a fighter," Belric answered proudly. "My terms are you turn around and hurry back to Whitemoon then you'll give me my fair share of inheritance as is my right, and to answer for your defiance to the other times I called for this you'll pay damages for the losses we've suffered."

"We made it abundantly clear that you have no grounds for inheritance," Eynal interjected smoothly.

"It is law dear cousin." Belric spat. "Refuse and die it's that simple."

"Yes, it is law Belric." Eynal concurred. "It is also law that inheritance is bore to those sharing the family title, I don't know if you've caught up but you do not bear the name Amaranth, and we're an independent kingdom as you are so call it what you wish but your inheritance is traced to a dead man with a name that we no longer share."

Belric clenched his jaw, face taut. "I don't care about your-"

"And if this is the case, then by basic logic and what you call 'law' Rob and I are entitled to an inheritance among your lands too considering our father was once its lord." Eynal cut him off smugly.