Kings of Unra

CHAPTER II: ORDER OF THE NIGHT (6)

CHAPTER II: ORDER OF THE NIGHT (6)

“I can't believe this treacherous act either, but our belief no longer serves us." exclaimed the father. " Hold your queen with your right hand, gather your people with a renewed sight. Raise their spirits with a loud voice, and when you do, you will cross the northern streams with them for sixty days. You will go through the coldest forests and the longest nights; Heading to the northernmost part of this depraved island. I will honor you on the way with my blessings. Fruits and provisions, so that your people can endure these days of uncertainty and despair. I will divert the path of the orcs who will try to chase you until they find your way, since their eternal duty will be to eliminate you, and their dark spirits will not cease until they see their souls fallen and decaying. Therefore, they should not stop, even if the storm is suffocating. Even if fate seems impossible. And if your faith does not fall after the tribulations, the journey will take you to the end of the journey, to the Shores of Sirmallen. In them, you will find the ruins of an ancient kingdom, and there, you will house your family, shelter your people, and raise your golden flag. "

The general accelerated his pace at supernatural speeds. He watched as the sky became more grayish, while the roar of the barbarian voices approached his land, to his ears. Argonaeth reached the main tower, the archers' tower where the fiery bell was located. Climbing all the floors and stairs, he alerted and woke up all the archers and infantrymen, located on all the floors. To the balconies! –He shouted –Mmunitions and artillery enough. When you see the signal, shoot!

I followed the innate leader in battle, the first of this nature. His mind kept telling her that he wouldn't make it. That they would not make it. Losing and failing his beloved and his people would mean losing and failing himself. His greatest fears, and the uncertainty of the validity of his decision, all came into play. The moment of truth had come. Every step he took towards the top of the tower made his heart race faster, and a false uncertainty and burning anxiety invaded him. He ran through his veins, for this only drove the Raen further. He knew that fate was now in his hands. And that was good. For he he knew that he was a strong and intelligent being, and having been what he was he had led him to where he was now. Everything depended on his, his actions. 

The outcome of this path was in him, so he channeled these emotions to lift his attitude, and feel even MORE self-confident, and more capable to face the great battle.

He looked up, he was in front of a wide wooden door. He was at the highest point in the tower. In front of the door, he takes one last deep breath. With a sudden shove, he opens the brown doors. He can then observe the size of what this battle represents. The black masses completely skirting the beginning of the forest, entering with torches, long metal spears and incalculable lines of barbarians. Where had so many come from?

The horizon was gray and dark, the earth was invaded by black masses and the sky was beginning to break with the first drops of rain. The colonel turned his gaze upward, set the great bell made of wheat, straw and bells ablaze. The bell then rang and I glimpse starting the great battle of the town of Anaís. And fulfilling his main purpose, signaling to the people of the imminent preparation for battle, this was not a drill: the war was not being announced, the war was upon them.

Amalia from the cathedral in her window observes the signal, she had been awake all night. She immediately raised each and every one of her neighbors, friends, and allies. All the preparation that had gone into the last six cycles was put to the test right now. The day had come, and there was no escape. The only escape and the only way out was to face the fight, and win.

The brave sorceress then went to the great central square. She climbed the tower of the golden bell, and at the highest point of the entire town of Anaís, she rang the great central bell and confirmed the warning sound of the fire bell; in this way, war was announced in the region. Just as they had planned.

The great battle began just as the bells of the golden tower rang. The barbarians were excessively armed. With the sour and agitated footsteps of the attackers, the fertile soil of Anaís was withdrawn, and the earth shook sending with it a bitter sensation of hatred, heaviness, anger and evil: the town was seriously in danger.

The leader in battle began to descend the stairs of the glimmering tower of fire, while shouting to his archers with great fury the unstoppable effort to attack the bursts of shielded men, moving more and more into the battle zone, the first and only defense of the people.

Amalia began to shelter all the homeless, children and women in the large shelter and defense houses. Evil was ever closer to them, the town was flooded with fear and the atmosphere of panic was undeniable. You could see the terror in her eyes, but here the leader welcomed them and filled them with faith.

Argon had descended into the frontal battle zone, reconfirming all the soldiers in their positions, with their flags and their armor. The spears were limited, and the warriors' hearts leaped from their chests as they watched the b****y barbarians approach. The battle seemed lost.

“Here we are, as brothers. As children of life, children of the sun. It is our task, to confront and defeat this evil. Well, life has chosen us. He has chosen us because we are capable of succeeding, of winning. To see our region shine, we are much stronger. He chose us for this day, because we are brave. We are worthy, we are brothers, we are family. And so be it we have to shed our blood and leave our soul on this ground, SO WE WILL DO IT. By nu

At the entrance to the frozen hell, an icy mountain clothed itself over the arms of the heavenly slopes. Singular, static, lonely. The princess could not recognize the intentions, nor the purposes of the mythical opening, because her heart did not contract presumptions neither of an honest will, nor of an evil origin. She was solemnly trapped, in an arbitrary decision, to risk entering through her, or not. Silently carrying an unimaginable burden.

What should she do? Would it be necessary for her soul to make the leap? The arc of truth was in front of her eyes. Could it be that the paths of the universe were saving her? Or would they condemn her forever? Was he sealing the darkness? Or was she reopening the path of the one, whom she was once led into darkness, by a lost memory? She wasn't sure how to put these events into words. Her words elude her so often lately, and now more than ever, in the presence of the blades of fate, on the frozen waters of uncertainty.

A mangonel was a weapon that was commonly used to smash down castle walls, it was a catapult like the Trebuchet but more specialized and designed for more power at shorter distances.

Using this castle siege weapon you could fire very large stones at weak parts of a castle wall at very high speeds, this was a very efficient and destructive weapon.

Archers used in Castle siege attacks

Archers were very important military during a castle siege, they could they could fire thousands of arrows high into the air to come down on the inhabitants and defenders of the castle during a siege.

Archers used powerful long bows and later in the medieval period as military technology developed crossbows were introduced. Archers arrow tips could also be covered in tar and set alight in the hope of burning down parts of the castle from the inside.

always hating the boy, but now the boy is the man.

Immortality was what the Nenufar lacked to turn it into a divine race, and it was only blinded if the dragons yielded it to them. This had never happened of course, until Argon and Leyra gave it to the third generation, the third Edredon Israel, who erected and became the Great Udna, unifier of the kingdom of the terrestrial race of humans with nature losrios. Forests and winds, turning the beings of the third generation as a great union as a single banner for the confrontation against a higher evil, all kingdoms accepted, including the Solarians, with the exception of one people, The Kingdom of Eleanor. His duty did not follow the ideal statues of the udna, and called him a liar, because it is well known that the City of Zaragadno will raise any empire that is not the one in which its Queen gives birth, our flag belongs to a single flag, Eleanor's flag, and if we must face evil on our own, we will do so in Zaragad. Our people will not be erected except with their queen that was like a year before the great war, after Amaral arrived.