The war has begun. The Kingdom of Lensgar led by King Edward, against the Kingdom of Glah led by King Aro. The two armies are constantly fighting. King Edward and his two brothers, Jasper and Emmett, have decided to enlist the help of three witches who live on the Mountain. The witches guard the border to the Dead Land, a place where monsters live. The air is unbreathable, the ground is black, and the clouds are red. The Mountain is the last border, the only protection against nightmares and death.
"We need their help," thundered Edward.
"But brother, think! They are witches," said Emmett.
"No matter! Now, where is that boy," mused the King.
The doors burst open and a page boy came running in, holding a massive gold-encrusted book. He bowed before the King and wordlessly handed it to him.
"Thank you," said Edward as the boy retreated. "Where is that story... aha! Here!"
The King had opened the book and flipped through the pages until he found the "Legend of the Witches". He handed it over to Jasper who started to read.
"On the highest mountain, at the border to the Dead Lans, live three witches. They are the Guardians of the Light and Magic of this world. They keep out Death and the most unspeakable monsters and horrors. No one knows their true appearance, but people say their companions are white wolves. You can hear them howling when the sky is with no moon. Surrounding the Mountain, there is a constant storm. No man that has ever entered came out again. The surrounding land is pure and untouched. The water is crystalline and the air is clear. Towering trees of lush green and bursts of color protect the Sacred Path that leads to their castle. No man hunts in their forest. This perfect world reaches the border to the Dead Land. That world is bare and harsh. Instead of trees there are black stumps. The air is a yellowish mist that covers hides anything. The clouds are blood red and the water is tarnished. People say you can see shadows moving in the distance. Screams and howls of pain echo over the land and sometimes bursts of black smoke appear at the frontier. They say that is when a monster tries to pass and is stopped by the Guardians. No one has ever succeeded in finding the witches who guard over us since the dawn of time."
"Does it say how we find them," asked Emmett.
"No dummy. It doesn't. That's all their is about them," answered Jasper, flipping through the pages.
"We must find them. If we don't, we shall never win this war," groaned Edward.
"We know but -"
The doors were thrown open by the general Garret.
"Sir, I'm sorry to interrupt but we have lost Thannings," he stated in a rush.
"Damn it," yelled a furious Edward, slamming is hand down on the table.
"What are your orders," asked Garret.
"Leave the city. Retreat. Call in the rest of the generals. We shall hold a meeting."
The wind howled against the Mountain. The moon hung over it like it was looking at whomever was there. At the peek of the desolate Mountain, three figures stood. Their pure white dresses glinted and flowed like water whenever they shifted. Their hair was loose and reached past their hips. On their foreheads rested a crown of what seemed to be pure energy with intricate designs. At their feet stood three white wolves with golden hints in their fur. They were watching the battle raging in the distance in Thannings. Bursts of light and fires illuminated the dark night. Cries of pain mixed themselves with the shouted orders of generals. The women said nothing as they looked upon the horrible sight. As the city fell to King Aro, the middle one said,
"It is time."
"This is madness," stated general Sam.
"It could work," countered general Chris.
"We must try. Everyone here recognizes it it out last chance," said general Alex.
The arguing continued until Edward yelled, "Enough!"
"This must be done," he continued. "We cannot win the war by ourselves. Yes, they may reject us. Yes, they may kill us. Yes, we may fail. But we shall die by the hands of the most powerful beings on this Earth. Then and only they we shall have tried everything. But we are not dead yet. Who is with me!"
The answering yell of the generals bought a smile to the brothers faces.
"It is decided then," stated Jasper.
"Assemble the troops," continued Emmett.
"We ride tomorrow," finished Edward.
The sound of the marching feet echoed over the fields. All 90,000 men in Lensgar were heading to war. A letter had been sent to King Aro stating that the final battle would take place in front of the Mountain. It was agreed too. Both Kingdoms have pulled out their men from the other cities and battles to confront themselves in this war. It is the decisive battle. The one that decides the future for both Lensgar and Glah. The surviving King will be the ruler of both lands.
"Do you know how many men Aro has," asked general Elezar.
"Yes," answered general Alistar. "120,000 men."
"They beat us," noted Alex.
"It will not matter when we have the help we want," stated Edward confidently.
"I hope they help cuz we are gonna need it," muttered Jasper.