Castle Crashers

Part 6

I am so so so so sorry that it took me so long to update this, I had so many other ideas going through my brain and a lot of life stuff getting in the way that the ideas dwindled and it got bad, so here's the part, hope yall enjoy.

Glacies had finally returned to the Barbarian camp under the cover of the night, his muscles aching and his senses on high alert. As he entered the camp, the Barbarian captain, immediately assigned him to guard duty at the front gate alongside another Barbarian. Viburnum, their untrusted, and regrettably, a comrade, at least, that's what Fulgur believed, was sound asleep next to Fulgur's cot, his steady breaths a calming contrast to the tense atmosphere.

Fulgur, displaying his characteristic protectiveness, insisted that Glacies stay close by his side. He was unwilling to rest without the reassurance of Glacies' presence, determined to be on hand to support him should any unforeseen danger arise.

As the intense gaze of the powerful Fulgur fixated on him like a laser, Glacies felt the weight of responsibility settling on his shoulders. He understood the pressing need to remain steadfast and focused on the task at hand despite the tensions simmering between them due to Fulgur's overprotectiveness. The gravity of their mission demanded Glacies's undivided attention, leaving no room for discord.

Breaking the silence, the Barbarian beside him leaned in with a quiet question, "Hey, what's your name?" His voice was low and casual as he introduced himself as Fortitudo.

"I'm Ferrum," Glacies replied, and a chuckle escaped Fortitudo's lips.

"Nice," remarked Fortitudo. "This is pretty boring, isn't it? I'd rather be dreaming of breadsticks right now. But I have to do this for whatever reason, not like those knights could track us down."

The comment made Glacies frown. He pondered the casualties caused by the King's knights, knowing that many individuals were just following orders out of fear for their superiors.

"I have a question, Fortitudo," Glacies began after a moment of silence. "How do you feel about the war?"

Fortitudo gazed into the distance for a moment, contemplating his response. "Don't tell anyone I said this, but I believe it was pointless from the start. If it weren't for my brother, I wouldn't have joined the Barbarians in the first place. He ended up enlisting in the King's army after the initial war, leaving me behind," Fortitudo confessed with a tinge of regret in his voice.

Glacies, sensing Fortitudo's unease, looked at him with a sympathetic expression, under the helmet anyway, allowing him to continue.

"I guess I was just angry at him for leaving me, he was the older brother, and our parents had been killed when they went to another village long before the war started,

"Sorry, I didn't mean to unload all of that on you. I guess I'm just exhausted," Fortitudo apologized, running a hand down his mask.

Glacies shook his head, understanding the weight of Fortitudo's words. "No need to apologize. The war has taken a toll on all of us, irrespective of when or how it affected us. It's been a struggle to find peace, even after all this time," Glacies remarked, his voice filled with empathy.

"Maggots! Your shift is over." the commander snapped as he walked past them.

Both Glacies and Fortitudo nodded in acknowledgment and made their way back to the respectful tents.

Glacies could sense Fulgur's frustration without even looking at him. "What are you doing?" Fulgur snapped, his grip tightening around Glacies' arm.

"Blending in. If we're going to pull this off, I need to establish rapport with a few Barbarians," Glacies responded firmly, pulling his arm away.