The Institute for Mianite Arts

Special 2: The three

Mianite
Mianite had been pacing his office for a while now. The Battle for Dagrun had taken a turn for the worst. Ianite Land Corps forces had landed on the beach on his side of the island and started to take back the town. Previously his army had been winning the war. Now it was going very downhill. He thought he knew why. He remembered what his father had said.

The creative spirit is now fighting against you. He is bestowed by his goddess with his power. You can defeat him. With one exception. You must not, under any circumstances, let him die . If he dies , all is lost. He must not die. Make sure that he is safe. Make sure he survives.

After his father told him that, Mianite had looked at every report he had of the Ianite Land Corps until he found him. He interrogated every prisoner he had to see if they knew anything about the creative spirit. After some time he finally had enough information on him. 5'8" , Dark Brown eyes, large eyes as well. Always carried around a scythe in his belt. He also had a flowr crown enlaced through the covering of his helmet. He never took it off, nobody knew why. I took every precaution. I placed a charm on that crown, an aura of protection. It would work. At least I hoped

General Jericho walked in at that moment and snapped me out of my think.

" Hello Tucker, how are you?" I asked him.He took off his uniform hat.

"Good sir , I came to tell you that the Ianite Land Corps has now pushed inland. Our forces are now back on our side of the river. Also the 37th Dianite Army has linked up with them. Basically sir, we aren't doing good." He looked grim.

"I know General." I told him. " Yet we can still win this war." I knew we could. As long as the creative spirit was in its bodily chains.

"Yes sir, of course sir" Jericho said back at me. He didn't seem so sure.

"Thank you for the information General Jericho. You are dismissed." I told him.

"Yes Sir" he saluted and left . I was very confident we would win. After all. We had the most powerful bieng on our side.

Ianite
It was... Dark. I couldnt move very much. I had been here for a long time , I had lost track if time. I had felt helpless this whole time. Please , please can someone come save me. I had lost my hope.

Until.

He was, he was there. In a vision , obviously, but he was there. With me. He was in a uniform, my uniform. The strangest thing however was. The fact that he glowed. No not handsomely, he actually literally glowed. From inside emanated a light. It.. It gave me hope. I sent my being into him. Then, immediately, I shot back out. My eyes widened as I looked at him. I closed my eyes again. A flag, a flower crown, a little girl. I don't know what it means. It means something important I Was sure of it . I just couldn't put my finger on it at the time.

Dianite
"Steve!" I called.

"Sir." He walked in.

"Steve I have to send you to do something." I told him.

"To right rumble sir?" He asked

"No Steve. The Ianite forces are getting closer and closer to the capital building. I need you to go to Admiral Spark and tell him that Easy company of the 3rd Ianite Battalion has to be the one to assault the building. " I told him.

" why sir?" Steve asked.

"Because boyo,"I said, " you remember that one ianitee. The scythe"

"Yeah I do, that mate could give a right rumble e' could"

"Well steve. He had the power of end the war . He's in that outfit. "

"If he can end the war then why are we sending him to a place where he can very likely die?" Steve asked.

"Boyo, the thing is, we need the boys spirit. Not his body." I looked him in the eye. There was a look of understanding.

"I'll go now sir "he said. His voice gruff.

"Thank you Steve" I said and turned back around. I looked across the burning and broken city. Gunfire was constant, coming from the western side of the city where I Ianite forces had pushed the Mianite forces back. I had been disappointed that it hadn't been my Armies. I was glad ,however, that there was a way to end the war. The boys soul. A strong, brave soul.
A strong,brave boy. Such a shame. All flowers shrivel up and die eventually.