Phrocylan & The Tree of Life (The Spirit of the Tree Book 1)

Chapter Seven: Army

Everyone murmured agreement.

I don't know why I stepped up, don't ask. I just felt the need to step up, and do something.

I thought everyone would deny and I'd have to force them to let me go, but they just looked thoughtfully at Nyacin, waiting for his orders.

Nyacin nodded, "Very well. Molto, prepare Phro with his usual gear. We'll meet back here in 2 minutes, we have no time to spare." Then he ran off to the barracks.

Molto took me to a different camp house, which had many different types of gears and weapons. He handed me thin silver and gold armor, which was surprisingly lightweight for the metal, and very durable. There was a pocket in the calf section, and Molto fixed a dagger in there.

I was awe-struck by how fast Molto geared me up, before I could even blink and appreciate him, I was ready with armor, daggers, a bow strung on my back and knuckle holsters like blasters. "Wow. Thanks, Molto." I thanked him.

He smiled, obviously pleased with himself, "This is your choice of gear, you used to say 'The lighter, the quicker.', so these were made specially to fit you, very light, durable, and strong. Quick in battle, good in defense. The bow for distant assault, knife for one-on-one, and obviously, your fists, for emergencies."

I wondered how my fist could help me, but that was the least of my concerns. I thanked him again and ran out into the campfire area. Nyacin was waiting there with arrangements for us to go out into the battle. A very big owl, probably a friend of Eager's, was ready to charge out.

We both buckled up and flew off, and soon we were out of camp into the air, flying into the black silhouette of an army, hoping to find Cylla and Agasthus.

We saw a ruined house and two figures behind it, just a few yards off of the army's edge. When we got closer, we saw Cylla and Agasthus crouching. It was a miracle the army didn't see us as we landed.

Cylla greeted us with a great news: "The army has catapults, ready to destroy our camp. That's not even the bad news, we can always remake our camp. The problem is the leader." She pointed to the start of the army, where a big whale-ish feature, my old friend. The Whalius.

He was standing with a double sided sword in his hand, and by double sided, I mean on both sides of the hilt- up and down. He wore no armor, but I doubted he even needed one. He could break us with just a swipe of its wings, like it did to me a few days ago.

"What is going on?" I asked

Cylla looked at me, her face bruised with mud, "They're waiting for you."

"What?" I felt like I'd just been overrun by a truck.

"I think they're waiting for you to come out and either surrender or face them." She explained

"Which we will not be cooperating with." Agasthus intervened.

I glanced at him, he was not injured, just sitting in silence.

"We cannot risk you, Phrocylan. We already risked it once and almost lost you, our greatest weapon. And this time, you're not even close to being prepared for this." He explained.

Nyacin nodded. "He's right. Either we all go, or none of us. We also have to buy the camp enough time to send their troops. Let's distract them."

We all looked at each other, and amazingly, all of us understood what to do.

I charged out, fully expecting to be blasted to pieces.

Cylla made her way around the army, Agasthus the other side. Nyacin stayed behind and evaporated.

I was the stupidest, of course, charging into a hundred wide army alone, into the leader whale, but that didn't matter, because I trusted my friends, even if I couldn't remember much, I remembered that they were the most trustworthy people on the planet.

I was still alive, and halfway to the Whalius, he hadn't noticed me yet, so I yelled. "WHALIUS!"

My voice echoed through the army, alerting every troop, even Cylla stopped in her tracks to look if I was still in 1 piece.

Whalius glanced over, a smile tugging at his face. "About time, Suremus."