"Arm the catapult!" Sir Theodore shouted over the battle cries.

Jane pricked her ears at the sound of his command. She did just so. Ivon had already begun pushing the great boulder to the catapult. Jane assumed her position and pushed alongside Ivon. Gunther saw his rival helping his mentor when it should be him. He ran over and pushed Jane out of the way.

"I shall do it! I am so much stronger than you Jane."

"Gunther! Shut up! Is now really the time for bickering? Be mature for once and go help Sir Theodore and the rest of the soldiers defend the wall!" Jane hollered.

Gunther realized how foolish he had been. After all, he was in a war right now. Gunther pivoted on his heels and ran towards the elderly knight. The clouds clapped their hands and tore apart releasing the fury that they held in all day. Each raindrop pelted the soldiers in a freezing splash. The winter in Kippernium had begun, so had a surprise battle.

Ivon and Jane loaded the boulder and waited for Theodore's signal. Meanwhile Gunther and Theodore worked to keep the enemies on the other side.

Through the clanging of swords, Gunther heard Sir Theodore speak, "Gunther! Give me your sword and work your way back to the catapult. Once you get there fire it and run and get inside the outpost so we can work out a plan. Tell Ivon and Jane to do the same. I will meet you all there."

Gunther nodded and worked his way through the slippery mud to the catapult. He fired. It landed in the midst of the enemy. Gunther waited outside the door of the outpost for Sir Theodore. Soon he saw him working his way up the hill. Gunther slinked inside. Theodore closed the door behind him.

"Ivon, watch the shutters."

"Aye."

Theodore paced the room. Gunther stood at the frame of the door watching him. Jane slid down the wall and sat down exhausted. As she did, she heard the sound of bells and a childish giggle. She shook her head in disbelief.

"He is not here. She is not here either. He promised me he would stay in his room with Lavinia for their own safety. "she whispered quietly as she could to herself.

"Silly Jane. I am right here." Jane looked up into the big wide eyes of the young princess.

There was a large crash at the door. "Open up!" Jane knew that voice. It was the king of the enemy forces.

"Everyone, get down!" Ivon hoarsely whispered.

"What are you doing here?" Jane asked.

"I came to see you. Do you think I am brave, Jane?"

"Yes your majesty. Very brave. Did you come alone?"

"No, Jester came with me."

"Jester?"

Jane's heart leapt at the thought of finding her secretly beloved Jester, dead on the battlefield. A foot solider cut through rows of Kipper's men to get to his king. He ran up the hill to the door of the outpost where the king stood. Another one with dirty black hair and a scar to prove his experience in battle, ran down the hill as back up.

"What we need is a distraction. If we kill the King, they are all forced to retreat. He is outside our door, but if just one of us runs out, he will fight back automatically." Theodore thought out loud.

Like a miracle, the solider spoke, "Sir, we are losing."

"WHAT?" the King roared.

"They have a dragon that burnt up half of our army. They outnumber us and the dragon continues to spurt flames. What do we do?"

Jane smiled. Dragon is helping.

"What do you think you bog head? You shoot it down, and kill it!"

Jane's blood ran cold and she felt dizzy. They would not even get the chance to relay the order to that army. she thought as a fiery rage fill her soul. She bravely stood and picked up her sword, forged by a dragon's flame. Without a word, she ran out the door. Jester, who was hiding behind a barrel inside the outpost, stood up and started after her. Gunther slammed the door and blocked it, preventing Jester from getting even five feet from it.

"Let me go!" Jester commanded, "We can not just let her die like that!" he looked around longingly hoping someone would agree. Theodore nodded his head.

Jane fought desperately against the three warriors. She was losing horribly. She knew she needed help. The solider knocked her to the ground. She rolled down the hill, unconscious. The three warriors followed after her.

Ivon stared out the shutters watching the scene unfold. Jester got a sudden burst of courage and strength. He unsheathed Gunther's sword, pushed him out of the way and burst through the door. He looked for his love. He saw her at the bottom of the hill, sprawled out on the ground. He started down the hill.

"Ivon! Gunther! Stay here and guard our spot and protect the princess. I am going after them." Theodore shouted.

He opened the door and ran down the hill to protect his Knight.

Jester raised the sword above his head, shouting like an eagle before it attacks. The solider began to kick the red-haired squire. Jester had never been so hurt before in his life. He took the sword and shoved it through one of the soldiers. He pushed him to the ground and pulled out the sword.

"She is a lady. You are nothing but a low-life maggot." The other solider went up to him and punched him in the face, so forcefully he turned Jester the other way. He ended up face to face with the king.

The king raised his sword to kill the blue boy. Jester turned around. He closed his eyes, prepared to take his death. Right as the King brought down the sword to strike, Jester heard a clang of metal. He opened his eyes to see sir Theodore fighting the king to the ground.

Jester's adrenaline continued. He picked up his dearest friend and tried to climb the hill. The slippery mud made this quite impossible. Using all of his strength, he pushed up the hill. He reached the top, his spirit soaring. He continued to walk not even noticing how exhausted he was. He reached the door, and kicking it to knock. Ivon stared out the shutters and opened the door. Jester set her down as gently as he could. He then collapsed on the floor from exhaustion. He was still conscious, just laying down and catching his breath.

Gunther stood and looked over Jane. She was bleeding from her side. "Little majesty? May I have your cape?" Gunther asked sweetly. Lavinia looked at him curiously and saw Jane on the ground. Her jaw dropped open and she held out her cape. Gunther tied it around Jane's wound tightly and stopped the bleeding.

Jane was right. They did not even have the chance to relay the order. Theodore had slayed the King. The solider saw his king dead on the grass and shouted to the others. They retreated back to their kingdom. A drenched Theodore burst through the door and exclaimed, "It is over. It is finally over."