Freelands

V. WESTERN WARRIORS

3. Vile Head

Storm gets upstairs to the throne room where Wildwind and Frederick count the weapon containers. Frederick on the left wall of the room, Wildwind on the right.

"56!" Frederick shouts.

"Oh that's sad, dear. 70 on my side. One hundred and twenty six caskets of weapons just in the palace... Imagine the armoury!" Wildwind says quite tired but his excitement holds tight.

"How are we going to share all of these weapons to the soilders?" Frederick asks.

"This is your concern? Look at these! With all those weapons, son, We will not only win the fucking Volcas, we might soon be marching againist Goldengate, afterwards, Strongtower, after that, HELLO THEERA ITS TIME FOR YOUR MASTERS TO DIE, BITCH AMALIA! Hahahahaha!" Wildwind says ecstaciasted and grabs a cup of wine and drinks.

"Lord Storm! Wald told me the lesson has been canceled. Has something happened?" Wildwind says the time he sees Storm.

"Well, King Wildwind... I have to go, your wife told me about a serious matter occuring and... you know..." Storm says nervously.

"Oh, be calm! You're free to go! We're not going to hold you here!" Wildwind says and rises to hug him.

"I wish you the best luck with your journey, wherever it is, great lord Hail." Wildwind says.

"I also wish you good luck with your conflict, King Wildwind." Storm says and kneels down to him.

"Aah! We don't need luck for destroying a bitch's army! Wald! Come and say goodbye to, Sir Hail!"

Wald runs towards Storm and hugs him, Storm lifts him on his arms and says.

"Once I'm back we are going to have more lessons, little lord!"

"When will you come back?" Wald asks.

Storm stops and thinks for a moment his eye catches Smerna being down the corridor of the staircase looking at both of them, not having the most positive attitude. Storm puts Wald down and says.

"I'm going on a very dangerous adventure, little lord. Maybe... I'll be very late to come back here. Maybe until then you will be full grown man just like your brother Frederick!"

Afterwards Storms looks at Smerna who looks at him with a sour snobish face waiting him to speak.

"Miss Smerna, Thank you for inviting me at your beautiful city again. Please give regards to my spouse, Freyria Hail." Storm says.

"She's going to get them, don't worry Lord Hail." She answers.

Storm nods his head in agreement and goes to Frederick.

"You're going to the navy, young man?" He says afterwards after looking towards Frederick.

"Well, I'll be commanding the charge on Fourtuna's ship..." Frederick answers with shame.

"Your father knows very well, Frederick. If he thinks you are capable to fight Fourtuna, then you are."

"Hahaha! You speak upon my words, Sir Storm! Tell this coward that Coshaq blood never gets spilled by stupid Volcas!" Wildwind shouts leaning on his throne. After those words, though, Frederick's eyes fill with anger and grief, like his father hit him on a weak spot. He tightened his knuckles and tells him.