For What Tomorrow Brings...

Chapter 4: God and Glory

Main quote: "The cloak of justice is man's way to make God's promises real." (Poseidon)

The world seeks what it yearns for its empty soul, the glory of completion and a God to worship.

May 3, 1204 A.D.

Aurora, Brudenheim

Parousia was no more. Brudenheim had just declared itself an independent nation.

War was on its way. The Norman knights have created a wall to keep their half of Aurora from being taken by the Brudens. They also took some nobles that have escaped from Brudenheim to join the other side but since they were ex-Bruden loyalists, they were kept as hostages rather than political allies. However, this was not the case for the eighteen, over a third of the Council of Nobles that managed to flee from the King.

"Today, we have seen two great enemies. The Normans have taken advantage of the sin of the King to take our home. The King's madness has led to his desires coming true, war with the French-blood Normans. If we allow either party to take France or any of the surrounding lands, our hopes are lost. Together, let us make a new order, for peace and justice. We shall take up arms, take back Parousia, take to the skies and soar high for the freedom the Holy Spirit has promised us on Pentecost, the baptism of fire from heaven that shall cleanse all sin. In the name of our Lord and Savior, we shall bring our people home!" An army cheered on. Cornelius was leading this movement. He spearheads the movement with various wartime songs he composed to be spread across every corner of all sides of the former Paradise Kingdom, as Parousia was once called. Now it is only a shadow of its former, beautiful self. Cornelius donned blue armor and a dark blue cloak, as do all his men, a uniform sign of their loyalty to their cause.

Five days has it been since everything happened. Now, an army was heading to the Kingdom and their arrival will change the course of this war. Night came.

A tent opens up. It was Lord Simon, head of a division of Norman knights.

"We will leave soon. I will have some men bring you to our half of the capital for the negotiations. Once that is taken care of, we will be sure to have what we need."

"What of us? I have heard your King is ruthless." John Miles points out to him loudly.

"The Pretender has a ways to go if he tries to pull another Venetio on me again. That is why your safety is top priority but even he does try anything, we will get his answer one way or another." He orders the men outside the tent to guard them in case they try to escape.

"Never trust the Normans again." Felix says to his mentor on the other end of the post he is tied up to. "Agreed," he answered in reply. Simon meets with the Captains.

"Defend this town to your last breath. It is our line of defense against anyone who tries to disturb our conquest of Aurora. I shall meet with the Grand Master in the capital. Godspeed!"

He takes off, leaving a recently promoted Commander Silas in charge of the outpost town Typhoron. Felix and John Miles saw no means of escape. They surrendered to their fates.

"Well, at least our status as Scholars can save our hides...hehehe..." John Miles laughs off his problem, albeit later on he would sound like a sissy girl attempting to feel better about it.

"Not that I like what we got ourselves into but I do find it interesting that no one has put guards inside our huge tent...not to mention how conveniently close we are to the bladed weapons crates and the sword that last guard stupidly left behind after getting wasted last night by the booze served the bar, which I took by the way...sorry..."