Zeon

Chapter 2 The Plead for Help

The army on Dracons went into a dive coming down low with great speed. Then Zeon gently tucked on the animals hairs making it move into the stability of landing properly. Everyone was there, all the people on the planet were there awaiting their landing. It was easy to notice all of them were nervous. A war like this had last occured 2,000 years ago and even though they were excelent fighters, they had long wanted to forget how it felt to suffer from those loses. 

When Zeon jumped down from his Dracon and landed on the ground with a soft tap, the crowd quieted down. The blue tall figure of Zeon was their leader and the best fighter, and everyone knew that.

"Today, we are here to make a plead of help!" Zeon began with his speach, "We need the Ancient ones back. We need to apologies to them and forget our old fight. It has been five thousand years that we last fought! And we can get over that now."

"Yes, and how do you expect to fing them? And who will find them?!" A red man shouted out from the crowd.

"We will need to send out volountiers to go and call them back. We are sparse and cannot hope to win a war against so many whites. That is why only 500 people will go!" Zeon answered, "And for the second part, haven't we always found the Ancient ones?"

Claping erupted from the blue group and even some reds clapped but most of the red people did not clap, instead they just stared daggers into Zeon. Feeling a bit uncomfortable by this, Zeon showed out the signal for his departure. He new that Zania would gather up at least 400 volountiers. 

It was always hard to get his people away from battle because they all thought battle was more important than anything else. However they would lose the next fight or if not they would eventualy lose the war, unless the Ancient ones returned. And only with the Ancient ones could they hope to defeat a army of heartless whites.