Listross’s stern eyes flashed between Emmya and Eppra. “Fine.” He drew his weapon. “Come men, let’s go take this city. We’ll enslave the Ferronians as they’ve enslaved us.” Eppra let out the breath she was holding and gave Listross a small smile. “Thank you.” “Bolfreed, take Emmya to Tales, and make sure she stays there. The rest of you, grab a weapon. When we go in, we will make a point to not kill. If the Ferronians resist, bind them. Flouth, grab the rope.” “Got it, Prince.” “But Daddy!” Bolfreed hoisted Emmya as she reached towards Listross. Listross turned his back as Bolfreed started jogging off. “I love you, Emmya. Just stay with Tales. You’ll be fine” Grink strode over and pointed at Eppra. “Your family lords over this town, correct?” Eppra gave a single nod. “Then, Prince Listross, I suggest you select three others to march with you to take that house. It’ll be a sign of power. Have the rest of the men position themselves in the city.” “If you’re breaking into teams, I’d send one to the blacksmith, one to the innkeeper, and one to the Rigor Farm. They have the most renown in town, that is, besides my father.” “Grink, take the blacksmith. Flouth, the innkeeper. Rawruin, the farm.” “Yes, Prince,” the three men saluted in unison. Listross thrust his blade into the air before marching. Eppra led her horse by his side through the forest to the city.
Grink and Listross sat at a small table that they acquired from their latest endeavor. They had managed to free a group of Tavalaskians on an onion farm. Thyrin and the men from his vineyard joined in the fray against the Ferronians and fought well. Unfortunately, instead of celebrating the victory, Listross had to have Flouth consol those from the vineyard. Killing those who were evil was not evil, but bringing justice. To Listross’s surprise, Thyrin didn’t take the battle as difficult as the rest of his men and was taking inventory of the new supplies. “This last battle was easy because we surprised the Ferronians and highly outnumbered them.” Grink sipped a cup of tea. “But you see, the more farms we attack, the more farms we free, the more upset we make Yurn, King of the Ferronians. We should soon expect more soldiers to be out searching for us and for the plantations to be more heavily armored.”
The girl turned into ash. Rodney blinked; his breath catching in his gut. “Avaria?” He scooped some of the ash into his hands and shouted her name again. He felt his heart race. He knew he was panicking, but what else did one do when their girlfriend turns into ash right next to you. A breeze came by and the ashes were pushed to the edge of the blanket.