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"Remove his mask."
As fast as lightning Falcon plunged one of his arrows in the heart of a soldier behind him. Looking up at the king, he slowly shook his head from side to side.
The King clenched his jaw and hissed.
"Kill him."
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"No."
"Yes."
"Are you out of your mind? No!"
"You're not the boss here."
"You're right, but my plan is safer than yours."
"Your plan will take too much time."
"Cyrus, think realistic here. How will a bunch of strangers, and may I add, who doesn't share the same features as the others, at all, look in a strange camp, just walking around? I mean, nothing suspicious right? They will find out and then we will soon dig our own graves."
"Yara, it will be faster and-"
"No. And it stays no. Except if you want to challenge me for it."
"Fine we'll stick with your plan, not because I want to, but because I will be the better person here."
Yara watched the brown headed man walk away before switching her attention in the direction of the camp.
Cyrus wasn't what she expected. At all. When the King told her that she will have to do this mission with a partner, she was upset. She got the impression that he thought a woman alone will not succeed, and that he will not give her a chance to prove herself. The next morning, she was called to meet Cyrus. A brown haired, blue eyed and mischievous man. Very young too. He and the King got close when Cyrus, as a stable boy at that time, defended the King in a assassination attempt. From then on, he never really got a title like a warrior or a soldier, he just served the King as a fighter.
At this moment, they were a couple of miles away from the Royal gate. While a mile ahead of them were the camp they're supposed to spy on. It was quite a large camp. Definitely a camp for a large army. But whose army?
Yara already pondered on that thought. On this whole piece of land there were just two royal kingdoms. Elide, kingdom of Dimitri, and the other, descendants of Dimitri's great parents, the Lysandra kingdom. Both the two kingdoms were at peace with each other; trusted each other. So much, that Lysandra's army was away at war right now with another kingdom, leaving them completely vulnerable.
This camp couldn't be Lysandrians, as Lysandra's army departed a week ago.
It couldn't be Elidians because there wasn't any number of soldiers sent out in 3 weeks.
This left just one man. Rafael. No king will visit another kingdom with just a small number of guards. That king acted suspicious most of the time. She didn't trust him at all.
It was night time now and she and Cyrus together with a couple of other soldiers, now waited silently for the laughter of drunk men to quiet down. If she was Rafael, she wouldn't give her army alcoholic drinks, weakening them. You could hear them miles away, same with seeing the soft yellow glow of a bonfire.
Reckless men.
"Are you going to get down from there any time soon, Pocahontas?"
Yara glared down at the smiling Cyrus, before climbing down from the tree.
