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Queen Thirrin Freer Strong-in-the-Arm Lindenshield, Ruler of the Icemark, known to some as mum, watched the massacre from atop her horse on a hill. Archers rained down arrows, catapults threw rocks and the fryd launched javelins and stones at the opposing forces. They fell and they fell and their numbers dwindled, Thirrin watched all this with a stony expression she felt sick this wasn't war this was murder. She knew her troops felt the same, her housecarles stood silently while the two ton rocks flew over their heads into the ranks of opposing forces, many had pained faces, a few voiced their concerns but they were quickly subsided when they looked at their Queens face. She knew this was wrong and so did they, nothing more needed to be said.

Charlemange's regiment pushed forward and immediately the ranged troops ceased fire. "Time to bring some honour to this fight" Sharley thought. His men slowly advanced into the enemy and began to cut through their lines like butter. The Queen looked at her son with pride and thanked the goddess she had given him the power to fight, as he had always wanted. He ducked and dived through the opposition slaughtering all that swung for him. His forces continued to advance into the ranks until they were in the centre, from here they made a shield wall and began to sing.

The Queen smiled as their voices hit the wind, it echoed off the hills and eased the mood of many of the other soldiers. Back on the battlefield Sharley realised their invisibility in this position, the enemy had no archers and therefore could not arch over the shield into their precious men. But suddenly and huge parting in the enemies ranks open up dozens of archers ran forward, aim and fired without hesitation. The Queens face faltered, she mouthed the word "my son". She kicked her horse into gear and she screamed as she charged down the hill, thousands of men and horse followed her all hopeful that their prince was still alive.

The Queens own private bodyguard headed the charge, the Ukpik werewolves ripped the enemy limp from limp. The Queen beheaded her enemies with strength and rage, she swung left and then right hoping to kill as many as she could before she was forced to dismount and find the fate of her son. Eventually her team was overcome and they were forced to leave the horses luckily they were only meters from the remnants of the shield wall and it opened up to greet them.

Sharley opened his eyes one of his troops lay on top of him, he pushed him off and got to his feet. About two dozen of his men survived they jumped around trying to rebuild the shield wall, Sharley got to his feet and joined in the line. He could see his Mother, her body guard and troops all charging towards their shield wall. The eastern side opened up and his mother and her men rode in, she dismounted her horse, removed her helmet and ran over to Sharley she hugged him on the spot, kissed him and then slapped him round the face.

"What were you thinking, sending one regiment in?!?" she asked, a blazing look In her eye.

"I...What...We...Why have you left the hill?" he ask confused

"I thought you were hurt... I thought..." her voice died in her throat

"Well I'm alright aren't I mum?" he beamed at her

"I guess you are" she said smiling back

"Right!" she said to Sharley and everyone listening in on the conversation "Secure this area and then slowly push out in one direction....to the east..." she said after a while

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5 hours later Thirrin realised that Sharley had been hit by an arrow, he collapsed and fell off his horse one mile away from Frostmarris, it seemed to her it wasn't his day. He put her on his horse ripped of her and his armour and zoomed off to the capital. Oskan was waiting there and when he saw Sharley, he took him without a word and ran off to the Citadel. Thirrin hurried along in his wake, he stopped outside the infirmary and kicked open the door, there were few people in here, Oskan dropped his son unto a bed and began to examine him. He found the wound and quickly attempted to heal it.

He faltered and turned to look at his wife...

"What kind of arrow hit him?" he looked strange...far...distant.

"I don't know It was just from a small legion of Giaian archers" She frowned

"But you said the Giaians didn't have archers" He looked further worried

"They don't normally, but maybe they were getting desperate?" She was also getting worried

"This is no normal wound I don't know if I can..."he shudderd

"You must try..." she paused

They looked at each other

"Thirrin, dear? This arrow has Polypontain markings" he smiled

"So, what does that mean?" she asked nervously

"It Means the Empire wants revenge"

She gasped "oh...."

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