Chapter 7-Someone wiser
Nya laid multiple maps upon a wooden table. They seemed to be a crude representation of the land, though Lloyd couldn't decipher most of the symbols scribbled in the aging parchment. As she spoke, the green ninja's eyes wondered around the room. With only weak ,flickers, of torchlight to illuminate the chamber, the walls looked extremely menacing. The smell of blood had found a resting place in the room's air supply and Lloyd's mind couldn't even begin to wonder what kind of tortures could be done with the instruments placed carelessly around the room.
"He's not even listening to us," Nya growled slamming her dagger against the table, snapping Lloyd's attention back to where it should have been. "Why do I bother?"
" Relax Nya, He's just a kid." Logan, his blonde hair swooping over his eyes, responded.
The fire ,pulsating, from Nya's eyes held Lloyd back from pointing out that he was not, in fact, a kid. He had to bite down the inside of his cheek, because it bothered Lloyd more than anything that even after being forced to grow older, the youngest ninja was still treated as no more than a child.
"Exactly a kid. How's he going to help us win this? He's utterly useless!"
"Nya. ." Zane's voice, soft and calculated, warned her. "He is the prince, You will show him respect."
The female assassin bowed her head. "Yes Night Angel. . ."
"Now," The Night Angel stepped forward, his figure emanating authority, forcing Lloyd's mind to stay focused. " I agree in Nya's point of view, if we infiltrate the castle, perhaps even gain the King's trust, it will be easier to bring the kingdom back into our power."
"But that plan has far too many risks," He continued, and Nya had to stare intently at the ground to prevent her eyes from rolling. " I believe we must trust in the people to overthrow the king. We must go to the villages surrounding the castle, show The Prince to the people and raise their spirits. Pythor's army might be powerful, but the people of Ouroboros outnumber it a hundred to one."
"That won't really work will it?" Lloyd frowned, staring intently at the map of the castle. His face drowned in red once he realized that he'd actually muttered the words aloud. Everyone's eyes stood upon his face. No one had ever disagreed with the Night Angel.
"What do you propose, your majesty?" Zane's voice revealed no emotion. He simply examined Lloyd, studying his every move.
The green ninja's face grew redder. "Well. . . I mean, sending a bunch of peasants that don't know how to fight against a well-organized army? It'd be a bloodbath."
"But we'd outnumber Pythor," Drake looked down at Lloyd, his spiked up orange hair matching the torches' fire.
"Numbers.. Numbers aren't everything," The green ninja's voice grew slightly more confident as he remembered Cole's teachings about battle. "It's all about strategy. L-look at the walls surrounding the castle. Archers could shoot down most of the people. . . Right? We would never get through."
Zane looked down at the sketch of Ouroboro's castle. The towers and walls surrounding it were strategically placed so that the area would be impossible to penetrate. "Our Prince is right. We need the people to support us, but we cannot ask them to lay down their lives."
"So what now? We aren't going to sit still now that we have the prince are we?" Logan looked up at the Night Angel, whose eyes had a far away look of wrestling his thoughts to come up with an answer to the predicament King Pythor created.
"We consult someone wiser than I," The Night Angel responded, eyes glinting with memories of old.
