The Ancient Prophecy

59 : Final Battle (pt.1) - All

         Phedora

     Phedora stood in the first ranks of the army , her daggers clasped tightly in her hands . She marched the army across the city , clanks of weapons and armour filling the air .
      The streets were vacant , all the habitants inside their houses , looking through the windows at the marching army and their white cloaks flowing in the evening wind . They witnessed enough fights to know better than to step outside .
     Torches lit the way as the army paced in a steady rhythm down the hill to the Finders' base . The tall obsidian building grew larger and larger with each step  they took foward .
      Phedora frowned under her white mask as the army closed in to the base . There was still an uneasiness growing over her . Even after all the training and strategising .
      Ever since the Resistence appeared , none of the factions won any offensive battle against eachother . Phedora worried that this time it might be the same . She could not afford to lose this final battle . If they lose this battle then all their work could had been a waste of time . As Athena explained in the first meetings , winning this battle is vital for the victory against the Titans .
      Her knuckles became white on the daggers as she strolled alongside the army , getting closer and closer to the base . This work was not for nothing , she thought . We will win this battle , even if it will mean to fight until death .

          Alk

      Alk knew they were coming from the lit torches in the distance . He rallied the army along with the other generals in front of the base and waited , looking at the burning dots of light that seemed like stars on a night sky . They waited as the dots stepped closer and closer , anticipation spreading throughout the whole army .
      The son of Hyperion looked up at the dark gray evening sky . It faintly smelled of rain .
      When they got closer Alk saw them better . Their white masks that hid each of their faces . The white cloaks on their backs that beared the Resistence's symbol , a lightning bolt , swirling in the wind .  Weapons clasped in their hands . All marching orderly , none one step behind or foward and the others . As if they had rehearsed it multiple times before this .
      Alk did not want to fight . He had done the very thing he joined the Finders for . To avenge his dead mother . Now he felt a sense of relief was over him . Even if it was numbed by the weight of all the lives he had taken in the decourse of the two years he had been in the Finders . It all came onto him a night before in a large wave . He had not slept .
     He was still a traitor to the faction he had sworn to serve . Even if no one knew about it .
     This could be the last thing he can do for them . To fight alongside them though he did not believe in their ideas anymore . Lead them in battle even if not many respected him as a general .
     At last they were right about me . I am just a boy . A boy who is driven by his emotions rather than his mind . A boy that acts without thinking first . Or sometimes thinks too much before acting . A boy that is no general .. at least not anymore . A boy that does  not deserve to be one .
     Alk unsheathed his sword from the scabbard at his weapons' belt and held it tighter in his hand . Little white lines ran across the back of it . Memories of all the battles he had fought and either lost or won .
     He heard a shout from the middle of the first rank . A booming voice everyone recognized . The eldest general who's name no one knows . He was signalling  to get ready for attack .

          Charis

      Rain fell with heavy drops as the battle went on , swords clinging as they hit eachother , indulging in a dangerous dance , arrows flying above everyone's heads , eventually reaching a far target , the sound of shields blocking spears and daggers taken off their sheaths .
      Even through the heavy rain and the restricted sight of her white mask Charis seemed to have clear sight of the battle . She aimed effortlessly and let out arrows flying in the air , a motion she had grown to feel too familiar with . The wet fabric of her clothes sticked to her arms as she reached behind herself for her leather quiver and for another arrow .
     Multiple bows sang at the same time with Charis' as she launched another arrow fastly into the massive crowd .
      The sky was continuing to darken with grey clouds of rain as Helios' chariot started to disappear behind the tall figure of Mt. Othrys .
      Charis could not recognize anyone properly in their white masks that covered their faces . And not through the heavy droplets of rain that fell on them . At least I can make sure I hit only finders with arrows .
      Wind started swirling around the battle , making everyone's soaked cloaks fly off their backs as they continued to fight .
      As Charis reached for another arrow and nocked in her bow , she heard the sound of thunder in the sky .
      She slowly loosened her bow , turning her gaze to a place at the far front lines on the army . The wind seemed to swirl around a singular unmoving person , making their clothes and hair flare rapidly through the current . For a moment Charis thought they seemed familiar before recognition hit her . Is that.. Phedora ? What is she doing ?
      Thunder boomed again in the sky . Charis froze on spot , the sounds of fighting all around her as she gazed with shock at Phedora in the distance . Is she summoning lightning ?