Evolution- ON HOLD (for now hopefully)

Chapter 30

Chapter 30

VICTOR'S POV

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"Sir! Sir!", says the boy running into my quarters, "the scouts just arrived back that you sent out yesterday!"  

I look up from the paperwork sprawled across my desk. All info reports on the Tyrants, troop and supply numbers, locations, city activities (crimes, big events, etc.). My eyes focus in on the messenger. He is no older than 13 and has blonde short hair and big brown eyes with freckles everywhere. He is standing straight and tall, he looks very proud. 

"Yes", I say crossing my hands, "and what did they say?" 

"They asked me to bring you to them immediately.", he replies. 

I stand up, walk out from behind my desk and gesture, saying, "lead the way." 

The boy turns and dashes out the door. I follow right behind him. He is sprinting, but because I am much taller than he is, I only have to jog. We pass through the corridors and the sweltering heat from outside rains in from the windows. I can see the sweat beading on the young boys forehead. I feel myself getting very hot as well. 

After about ten minutes we finally arrive. I recognize the room as the meeting room for planning attacks, the war chamber. A very long room with high ceilings, and no windows. In the middle there is a long table with a map of the empire printed onto it. On the map is the location of all our troops and everything we know of the Tyrants locations. 

Over in the corner is a group of five people, all with black cloaks on and the hoods up. When they see me walk in, four put their hoods down and bow. They all look very similar. I assume they are brothers. The fifth though, keeps there hood up and head down. I address him. 

"So, what did you find out?", I ask him, but receive quite a shock when he pulls down his hood. He is actually a she...... 

This woman looks about 24 with short black hair, a sharp pointed chin, a thin nose, and... Purple eyes? She smiles and I see her teeth are perfectly white and straight. She looks fierce, like someone you do not want to mess with. She sees the shocked look on my face and smiles. 

"Yeah", she says shrugging, "I get that a lot, apparently people don't expect someone who risks their life running into enemy lines to be a woman", she smiles larger and shakes her head looking down. "I'm sorry, listen to me blabber on. You just want to know what we found out." 

Honestly I couldn't care less what she was talking about. She was captivating. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. Her strong structure, her wonderful voice, her eyes staring into mine..... She was amazing. But I must focus, I have a whole group of people to take care of and cannot be some fool hearted child! 

"Well", she continues, "when we first arrived their ranks were about 1,000 strong, but a day after we arrived at least 2,00o more men arrived.... So basically they out number us 3:1......"

Horror starts to come over me. We are outnumbered, and that would be fine if they were normal men, but these are trained hunters and some of them have abilities themselves. Which makes us outnumbered and almost outmatched.... All-in-all, the odds are stacked against us.

"Wait", I ask, "how did they find out about us? Who told them? Did you see anything about that?"

"Actually", she says, "there was a different man hanging around with the general while we were there....... And I mean the general invited him everywhere......"

"What did he look like?", I ask.

"Well, he had brown hair, but 6' 3" tall, not muscular yet not fat, and it looked like he had hazel eyes with bright green in the middle....... Victor? What's wrong?"

She looks at me with concern for my face has gone blank. It's not him..... Just because it sort of sounds like him doesn't mean it is.... It is impossible, but if it is true, then the Rebels are doomed...

"Sir!", she shouts and I break out of my panic, "but, anyways, we must hurry and warn everyone, they are going to be here in about a day!"

"Quick! You and you", I point to two of the men and say", go to the announcer and make sure everyone knows to prepare for battle, you and you", I point to the other two, "run the the armory and make sure we have enough weapons and armor for everyone who needs it. And you", I look at her, "what is your name?"

"Layla, my name is Layla", she says turning and walking towards the door where the four men had just walked out

"Well Layla, will I see you again?"

She stops and looks over her shoulder.

"Maybe", and with that she turns and walks through the door.