Midwinter War: Part Four
Whoosh! An arrow came flying through the fabric of the tent.
The Scorchio rolled down on the floor, hoping that there wouldn't be more surprise
attacks. He gritted his teeth and wriggled to the edge, listening for footsteps.
A shower of arrows tore the whole tent apart
as Charmond frantically tried to find a way to defend himself. Finally the Scorchio
found a spear and a shield under his bed, after running around like insane.
He immediately held up the shield as he tried to distinguish the dark figure
that was releasing waves of arrows at him.
Finally, when the archer had run out of arrows,
the Scorchio threw the spear. The weapon pierced through the air and hit its
target with stunning precision, making the Darigan Aisha fall.
"Am I that good?" The question popped up in Charmond's
mind before another wave of arrows approached. He had to get out of the open
field! The Scorchio ran towards the forest, hoping to be safer there. He quickly
flew up and sat on a tree branch. As more of those scary pets arrived, Charmond
realized he had forgotten his metal shield on the ground.
The pine tree's branches hid him and made him
hard to hit, but it also hurt. The Scorchio analyzed and calculated quickly.
It was better to be hidden up here, stuck by needles and harder to hit rather
than get down, nab the shield and get hit by... 10 warriors? Charmond shuddered.
He hoped that help would arrive very soon. He was just about to scream for aid
when he realized that the enemy was shooting arrows randomly and didn't know
which tree he was in.
Something hit his head. The Scorchio looked up
and saw several pinecones, vibrating from the force of hooves of those soulless
Moehogs, searching for him. Charmond grinned. This would be fun! But he had
to make sure that help would come, or it wouldn't end well. The Scorchio looked
at the battlefield and saw some allies fighting at the border of the forest.
Good, now the whole operation could commence. Charmond took a deep breath and
yelled as loud as he could.
Several heads turned and arrows began to hit
the tree that the Scorchio was hiding in. He threw a quick glance and saw that
help was arriving. Charmond grinned as he began to shake the tree branches above
him, making the pinecones fall and knock out the Moehog soldiers below. When
all of them were unable to fight, the Scorchio flew down and made a graceful
landing on the ground.
"Very good, matey," Philip said as five other
pets arrived from their side. "We've won most of it. But this ain't very effective,
we'll need to regroup and plan."
"You're right, Phil," another pet said. "Let's
return to the castle. The Lord is waiting for a victory."
"And we'll give him victory!" a third pet exclaimed
as Philip gestured to the Scorchio to start walking back.
"Umm... Philip?" Charmond asked as they entered
the castle yard.
"Yeah, buddy?" the Zafara replied nonchalantly.
"Did we really win?" The Scorchio asked, but
all he got was a slap in the back.
"Of course! Don't doubt us fighters!" Philip
said, "Oh, and we're apparently havin' a meetin' too!"
"Now that we're all here, please let us begin
the regroup meeting," Lord Faran said. Around the table, all the chairs moved
as the pets sat and waited for the Lord to continue.
"As you see, battling those pets doesn't work
as they just come one after another. We don't know where she got them from but
we can't waste time anymore. This means that we have to focus on the source
of the problem and not just battle those pets. She... is the target from now
on." The Lord's words seemed to have shocked everyone in the room except for
him, Charmond noticed.
"Who's 'she'?" the Scorchio whispered to the
Zafara, who was sitting beside him.
"She's a dark faerie," Philip replied curtly
as Lord Faran coughed twice. Other pets were also mumbling and exchanging worried
"Why are they all so scared?" Charmond asked.
He couldn't help but to feel left out, since everyone else seemed to know something
he didn't. He looked at the table and was reminded of his position. He was only
a guest, if not a prisoner.
"She is very powerful and wants more power and
land than she already have. She sends out armies of pets who are like puppets
to mow down everything in their way in order to gain more ground. Don't make
me tell more. Most people don't even dare to say her name..." The Scorchio didn't
like how the Zafara was shuddering, and this time the Royal Kougra had to cough
five times to get everyone to quiet down.
"It is quite obvious that we cannot battle her
openly, since she has more forces than us. We have to use our intelligence."
The Lord gestured as all of them nodded solemnly. "Therefore, I propose that
we use a small group to infiltrate the castle and disable the source of her
power." The Royal Kougra sat back in his chair as he watched the reactions.
None of them would like this...
"Do you even know where her power comes from?"
an old Korbat asked as he slammed his fist on the table. Lord Faran looked nervous
as he gulped. The Kougra opened his mouth, but there was nothing to say.
"I say that we let our newest recruits do this
mission," Retart said malevolently as he glared at Charmond and Philip.
"No! They'll mess up the whole thing!" a Lady
"Of course they won't. Besides, our prisoner...
our guest, has some excellent skills concerning trickery," the Grarrl continued.
"Just like him, always too bad," Philip commented
as he glared right back at Retart.
"What do we do now?" the Scorchio asked, feeling
"Hope Lordy will think of someone else," the
Zafara whispered back.
"Well, isn't that a great idea?" the Royal Kougra
said to the two pets' horror. "Why don't we have our newest member go on this
"And the old good guide too. Isn't that right,
Philip?" the Grarrl said with a menacing smile.
"I suppose," Lord Faran said, "there is no other
choice. They'll be an excellent force to take her down."
No one said anything. Charmond just sat there,
in horror... And just when he thought it would be over, new problems came...
The rest of them seemed relieved that it wasn't them who were going. This operation
would surely be quite dangerous, if no one had volunteered.
The Lord clapped his hands. "Now that's decided,
why don't we make a plan?"
"I think we'll need to use some troops to distract
her guards so those two can get in," the old Korbat said.
"I'm a hundred percent sure that Retart planned
this," the Zafara whispered angrily to Charmond. "And he'll pay!"
Charmond listened to the group of pets bickering
with half a ear. The rest of him felt unsafe, as if there was someone watching
him intently. Oh well, he had to do it. It was pretty impossible to escape,
and maybe he could go home after that.
"I'll have to return at any price," the Scorchio
thought as another shiver ran down his spine. This wasn't a very pleasant place
to be in, and it seemed worse every second. He felt that someone was watching
"Hmm... I'd better not reveal myself to soon,"
the faerie told herself as she watched the sparkling crystal. Her cherry-red
lips curled cruelly as she continued out loud. "That obnoxious little brat deserves
an unpleasant surprise... But what should it be?"
The dark faerie sat back in her chair and relaxed.
She looked into the dark orb and the top of her staff. "It's almost getting
boring in there. More marionettes!" She called out the last words and waved
"At your command, my lady," a Darigan Eyrie said
as he entered the room. "Your servant hear and obey."
"Aw... You're such a sweetie, aren't you?" the
dark faerie said as she touched the Eyrie's face. Her eyes turned dark as she
moved her hand. The pet winced as the faerie struck him.
"You know this, don't you?" She glared at him
as she flexed her long nails. Dark clouds surrounded the faerie as the Eyrie
"N-no... I don't know anything," he whispered.
"You're lying," the dark faerie stated coldly
as she moved closer, "And we both know that the pearl is needed."
"W-what pearl?" the Eyrie croaked as he fell
over a big pile of black books.
"You know. Don't lie to me, or suffer fatal punishment."
The faerie raised her chin arrogantly as she struck him again. "You're too curious
for your own good."
"L-lady, please s-spare me!" he cried out as
he was hit the second time.
"Third time's the charm?" The faerie stopped
as she raised her hand again. "No, really... I'll need a better servant." She
threw a quick look into the crystal ball, and her hand fell down.
"T-thank you, my l-lady," the Eyrie stammered.
"Don't you dare tell," the dark faerie hissed
at the pet. "And I'll let you live..."
"I-I'm grateful," he whispered.
"But remember, this is the first strike. Another
one, and it'll cost you an ear. Now go!" She brushed him away as if he was an
irritating fly. He immediately withdrew to the shadows.
The dark faerie looked at the Eyrie with a spiteful
look in her eyes. "Fool... To think that he could match me, the Darkest Faerie.
Perhaps I may not be the best now, but in the future..."
"I'll need the item though," she said thoughtfully
as she drew her hand over the crystal ball. "Show me his weak point."
A yellow Kougra appeared among the mists, and
a little dark-haired girl. "I think I'll take him. He'll be a good distraction,"
the dark faerie said and scratched the crystal ball's surface as she mumbled.
The whispers of an ancient language, long forgotten,
emitted from the faerie's lips as light illuminated the room. The curtains swayed
back and forth as a pet stepped out of that circle of magic.
"You've been called here, Felix, in order to
fight him." The dark faerie pointed towards the crystal ball, where a picture
of Charmond appeared.
The yellow Kougra nodded solemnly. When he raised
his head again, his eyes were in a color of deep red.
To be continued...