Ambivalent -~-TordEdd Fanfic [OLD]

Epilogue

~+Third Person P.O.V+~

Five years later....

"And why do you think this leader will want to ally with us?" Tord asked the man infront of him, who happened to be sitting across the table.

"I talked to him a bit, and he seemed pretty nice and willing to ally.. He also said he needed help from a stronger army since he was only recently put in control.." The man said, in a slightly cheerful tone.

"But he could be trying to assassinate me, Pat," Tord replied, angrily.

"Tord, we've known each other for so long that I ditched getting a real job to join your army. I won't let some random idiot kill you. I'm your friend," Pat sighed.

Tord rolled his eyes, "Could you at least tell me what he looks like?"

"He's wearing a mask," Pat responded.

"For fuck's sake.." Tord mumbled.

Pat got up and stood next to his leader, putting a hand on his shoulder, "Why don't you go ahead and check over the training session real quick? It'll help you calm down a bit. I'll go try to sort out our visitor and see what he actually came for."

Tord nodded and got out of his chair, brushing Pat's hand off his shoulder. Pat sighed as Tord walked to the door and left him alone to deal with the potentially dangerous visitor by himself. Tord didn't really care about much at this point in his life. He felt it could only hold him back instead of making him stronger.

Tord walked down the main hallway of the base. A few of his soldiers said a quick "Good morning, Red Leader" and saluted. Tord always replied with a quick "Good morning" as well, just to try to seem a little less stiff.

He opened the door to the training room, where the head mentor, Heather, was watching over her pupils, who were having a target practice day. Some of the people practicing were quite young, two of them only about thirteen... But the thirteen year olds and a few of the other younger teens were the ones who had been forced to move into the army by their parents, so he wasn't enslaving them or anything.

"How have they been doing?" Tord asked, standing next to Heather.

"Oh! They've been doing quite well, actually. I'd almost say some of them are actually ready to go into battle since they've been doing so well! I can't say for sure, though, since there are some things I haven't taught them yet," Heather replied, smiling. "But we'll be able to send another  group into battle next week."

"Good. That'll mean we'll be able to have more soldiers. Keep up the good work, alright?" 

"Alrighty, sir!" Heather cheerfully shouted as Tord exited the room. He sighed and headed down the hallway to his office, deciding to have a bit of alone time and maybe get a cup of coffee. The sound of his boots hitting against the floor echoed through the quiet hallways. Soldiers always halted their conversations when their leader was nearby. Tord never knew whether it was out of respect or whether it was out of fear. And he just assumed he never would know.

He stopped in front of his office door, fishing his keys out of his pocket and unlocking his door. Tord walked in and quietly closed the door behind him before making his way to his desk and sitting down in his chair. He rested his head on his desk, trying to relax. Although, it was hard to relax when today was the anniversary of when "the night" had happened.