As that fateful day approached, the Sun slowly set behind the Western mountains. The clouds soared through the sky, and turned gray; the storm from the North began to fly towards Northshire. The wind howled as the trees and the grass shook from it's breath, and the river flowed rapidly, as if it was trying to escape the oncoming doom that was to occur.
The Castian army marched onward, passing the little river with ease. At the forefront of the army stood Major General Tychus, known as the mountain of the Empire, alongside Felix, who Tychus appointed himself as second-in-command. Tychus wore his typical, gray and blue armor that covered his massive body, along with a giant greatsword on his back. Felix wore his new robes, which covered most of his body, along with wearing layered, plated armor on his shoulders, chest, and legs. On his left arm shined his new, mechanized Biotech arm, while his right arm wore an invention that released a hook tied to a rope on release. On his face, he wore a mask that covered his entire face, only revealing his eyes, and carried a black katana, and wore three various sized daggers on his belt.
They brought five legions of troops with them, each legion containing about six thousand soldiers, both M.V. and regular soldiers filling in their ranks. Each legion had a commander, with Tychus leading the Front Legion, Felix leading the Left Front, and three cloaked members leading the Right Front, the Back Left and the Back Right legions respectively. The ground shook from the force of their stomps, their banners flew high, bearing the emblem of the dark blue phoenix, and their spears and piked pierced the fray, clanging among each other. Castle Northshire was in eyesight now, and the army was more than happy to see their destination after such a long journey.
"HALT!" boomed Tychus, as the army stopped at the foot of Northshire. They were only a few miles out from the city, with only a few hills in their way, as the men sighed from relief. Felix and the other three commanders grouped up with Tychus at the front of the army.
"Why should we stop now?" questioned Felix. "Shouldn't we continue our advance? If we wait, the city will have time to boost their defenses."
"The men are tired, we've been marching nonstop for three weeks," Tychus replies. "They'll need their rest for combat. I doubt Northshire has the resources to stop an army of this size." Felix nodded at his commander's response, as the other three commanders approached the group.
They revealed themselves, removing their cloaks from their heads. Behind the cloaks were three women, with each looking distinctly different from the other. The first woman was a tall woman with long blonde hair, who wore an entire suit of plated armor, but wore a plate mask that covered her eyes and forehead; only her lips and nose could be seen. Her mask was ornate, as it shined in gray, silver and a slight jade hue around where her eyes would be, and she wielded a sword on her waist. The second woman was the complete opposite; instead of armor, she adorned a crop top and padded pants that were lined with small knives and throwing stars. She had short, dark peach colored hair that barely came to her shoulders, as well as a braid that went over the top of her head. Her eyes were colored pink and green, but her ears stood out the most to Felix; they were completely metallic. The last and third woman was the most terrifying to him. She had messy, brown hair and was extremely pale. Her eyes were pitch black, and the skin around her eyes was dark, as if she never slept, and her face was branded with the creepiest of smiles. On her shoulders she wore a shawl, and a leotard that showed off her cleavage, even though she was on the smaller end. She wore pitch black boots that came up to her knees, but she hid her hands under her cloak. Felix felt a chill pass through him, as if she was hiding something from view within her hands.
"Felix, do you know who these three women are?" asked Tychus.
"I don't recognize them, no. I've never met them."
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Faith and Sword
FantasiTHIS IS STILL A W.I.P, IT'LL TAKE A WHILE FOR ME TO FINISH THIS, SORRY! In the world known as Castia, the Empire has ruled with an iron fist for over 1800 years. The use of magic has long since been forgotten, the Elves have been labeled as lesser b...