Francesca's Dream

-TW

Over the hill, just beyond the Mermaid Falls, the camp lay. They had been here for over a month now in the lush green hills just beyond the falls. White tents lay scattered across the hills like dandelions scattered across the wind. Soldiers dressed in silver and gold armor, swords and bows strapped to their backs and hips. It was against the laws of the land to use guns in battle, even the wicked witch herself wouldn't break the Coventry Law written so long ago. Falcons soared in the air bringing news from their messengers and spies throughout the land. 

He was sitting in the command tent looking over various maps, moving toy solder like pieces across the maps. His solders were split between the Yoop Mountains, in the west, and fighting with Jixlandian  forces to re-open the gulf of Jinx from the Atrox forces. 

he was sitting at his desk running his hands through his silver hair, when one of his fellow officers came running into the tent, gasping for breath. He was clutching a small white envelope in his hand. "This...this came from the Emerald Camp sir." He said gasping from running. He stood, walking briskly to grab the letter from him. They had been waiting to hear of what was happening up there. Breaking the wax seal on the letter he quickly read. "Miolta!" He barked. He kept reading. The letter had come from his spy inside the camp, he knew that Miolta spread quickly, and if not treated accordingly could cause death.

"Sir?" The officer asked, concern coating his voice. He said nothing, "We have to win this war and soon, they might not have much time." was all he said. "For now, I suggest that you pray.". With that he  dismissed the officer with a wave of a hand. He fell into his chair, opened the bottom drawer of his desk; pulling out a glass and a bottle of Brandy. He poured himself a glass, throwing it back. He hissed back the bite of the Brandy, before pouring himself another glass.