A Raven's Choice (Book 2)

Chapter 4: The Others

Lucendo's Point Of View:

Shiron's revolution was coming to its climax. Frion was an old friend that we decided to seek help from. I also found out that not only did he have daughters, but he had a son as well. Although, he has not seen Nexon since he was born. He said the Darnarg Clan took him after he was born. It made me think of my daughter, Darth. I also missed my husband Sid greatly as well. I was enslaved since the Great War ten years ago against the Outlanders and Cravens. It prevented me from a lot. Frion's mission was simple, to dethrone Commander Coren and take back the Craven Clan from evil. We also had one person from each of the twelve clans with us. Shiron took the ten years I was enslaved, gathered the group, and broke me out of Coren's castle. I was sitting next to the campfire alone, as the group were in their separate tents sleeping. It has been a few weeks of us waiting for responses from Craven camps to aid us. I kicked a branch in thought, causing the fire to flicker more. I heard a rustling sound and turned to my right, seeing Frion emerge from his Craven tent. He walked closer toward me and sat down to my right, giving me just enough room for privacy. "Frion, old friend, what brings you out so late?" Frion grunted. He pulled a paper from his pocket and handed it toward me. I grabbed the paper as he responded, "After getting with every single Craven camp, only one was willing to go up against Commander Coren. Please read it." I scoffed as I read the letter out loud, "We are few, Commander Frion, but we are willing. We have a stronghold approximately an hour away from your site. If you accept our aid, we shall be there as soon as we receive word. Sincerely, Marlo." My mind reeled as I looked up at Frion. "Do you know this Marlo individual?" Frion nodded. "Marlo isn't a commander, but he leads the campsite to the south of us. He has the smallest army out of all of us, but they make up for it in strength. Marlo himself can create volcanic rock." My eyes widened. "I didn't know Cravens could accomplish such a feat." Frion chuckled. "Oh yes, we have quite a lot of time on our hands since the war ended. We used all of this time to further train our skills." I nodded and handed him back the paper. "I suggest that you take him up on his offer. We will need all the help we can get." Frion's deep pink eyes penetrated my hazel ones. "Way ahead of you, Lucendo." He whistled and his bird flew out of his tent and onto his shoulder. He grabbed some paper, pen, and ribbon from his pocket. He then tied it to the bird's leg and whistled again. The bird took off, souring with its brown and red colored body. "They should receive it soon. Let us get prepared for their arrival." Frion stood up, his short orange hair swaying to the side. Prepared how?" Frion smiled. "Care for a sparing match? I assume you are rusty after all of these years." I snorted and stood. "Bring it on, old man."

Valor's Point Of View:

Before we knew it, Nexon and I raced the whole way to the Bunard Clan. Leonna, one of Nexon's sisters, was found by us due to Sid's guidance. She was West of the Burning Hills, near the Craven territory. She is the oldest out of the triplets and she told Nexon that the younger sister, Trish, was taken by a man called Carter. Leonna (or Lee) insisted that we all took a rest before we began our search for Carter. She even kicked Nexon in the nose with her heels. I think it was mostly due to her hunger. Lee snapped me out of my thoughts as I heard her heels clanking behind us. I turned my gaze toward her, still enumerated with her appearance. Her dark pink eyes, long orange hair taunted me. She wore a brown collar with pink diamonds (two orange ribbons attached her collar to her neck), a black shirt with white spots on her hip, small black shorts, and knee high black boots. Her Darnarg clan cape swayed behind her. She smiled. "Looks like we arrived. I'm starving boys, let's head to their local inn." Nexon chuckled. "In case you haven't noticed dear sister, your Darnarg Clan cape will give you away. We aren't exactly welcomed." Lee smirked. "Posh posh. The Bunards are a neutral clan, dear Nexon. All are welcomed." With that, she clicked her heels and walked past us toward the town. Their massive gate indicated this was probably the main campsite for the Bunards. They had a gold plated gate about 6" 7' tall, with gold ribbon hanging from it. No common folk were stationed at the gates. Instead, it looked to be the important folks.
My gray eyes looked upon them, as my purple wavy hair flowed with the wind. Nexon's pink eyes narrowed at them as his long orange haired wrapped around his ankles. A man stood at the gate, with a woman to his left. The man had light brown eyes and orange spikey hair. He appeared to be 6" 2' tall and had the Bunard cape with a single gold stripe. It took me a second before I realized that it was Gorgon, whom I thought was a messenger for the clans. I knew him from a few years ago when he came to us asking for a mechanical bird for his message deliveries. He was bare chested, still carrying his bullet hole in his abdominal region as a reminder of what happened. The girl beside him had long golden hair, protected her eyes with a bandage, and wore a white hat upon her head. Lee was all smiles and no bark. She walked forward with her arms out. "Hello, party people! We seek shelter and some nice grub to chow down on." Gorgon chuckled. "Of course. You are all welcomed to enter, however, I need to speak to Valor if you don't mind." Lee didn't skip a beat. "No worries! Come on Nexon, we have food to devour upon!" Nexon sighed. "We will see you at the inn, Valor." I nodded. "Of course." As Nexon and Lee were entering the gates, the golden haired woman said, "Please don't mind the mess. We had a bit of a scuffle a few hours ago." Lee whistled and I saw smoke coming from the area. Nexon sighed. "When will the fighting ever stop?" Lee slapped his shoulder. "Never! Let's go eat!"