Chapter Eleven
"Is there no way to convince you to wear armor?" one of Rhiadrieal's attendants demanded.
"I detest the heavy, unwieldy stuff! It's impossible to maneuver and do anything in it!" Rhiadrieal exclaimed. According to her spies, birds mostly, the enemy was getting ready for an attack. Rhiadrieal was right, they were in the Wilderlands. She wasn't quite sure what would happen if one side won, but she had a hunch that whichever side won would probably take over the other side.
"At least wear the rings," one said.
"As long as I don't have to wear chain mail," Rhiadrieal replied.
"Fine," Rhiadrieal agreed. "As long as I don't have to wear the armor!"
"A fussy War Queen," Mith said from the tent's entrance. She was in her human form; only Rhiadrieal, Mith, and the commander would be in human form. Mith's hair was pulled back and she wore light chain mail. On her back she had a quiver, at her side she hung a sword and dagger. War Queen was Rhiadrieal's official title.
"Denar," Rhiadriel's said to the man next to Mith, the commander. "Are the armies ready?"
"Aye, your majesty," Denar said, bowing.
"Here are the rings," Rhiadrieal's attendant said, holding a box. Rhiadrieal took it and opened it. Two rings sat on a velvet cushion. One was black, the other white. White on right, Black on left, Rhiadrieal thought and put them on.
"Ow!" she said. As soon as the rings slid onto her hands, they tightened painfully.
"We never did warn you, did we," Mith said. "The Wyren rings do not come off until the battle is finished and they leave a somewhat painful reminder that they are on through out the battle." Mith pointed at the faint trickle of blood on Rhiadrieal's fingers.
"Why is it that I learn everything after the fact?" Rhiadrieal demanded.
"Think of it this way, we have both rings, light and dark, and since you have a pendant, you can activate the magic," Mith said.
"I guess," Rhiadrieal muttered.
"We must go," Denar said. Rhiadrieal ran out and mounted. She like Mith had a quiver, a dagger and a sword.
Wolves stood patently in lines. When Rhiadrieal rode out in front of them, they bent their heads.
Denar and Mith rode out at her side. Rhiadrieal was not supposed to speak to her people; she wasn't supposed to speak period. She needed to save her energy incase she needed to do magic… That was highly unlikely, but it could happen.
"Here they come!" Denar roared, pointing at the Colored masses running over the hills.
"Rhiadrieal," Mith whispered. "See the three on horses? They look like orcs, but they are the Wyr commanders. Our job is to kill them." Rhiadrieal nodded, it was going to be hard. She had never been in an actual war, they had had three battles, mostly when ambushed and lost numbers.
When Rhiadrieal could see the wolf eyes clearly, Denar thrust his sword into the air above his head, the silent meaning for charge. Chaos broke loose, it was wolf against wolf, how the Wyr almost always fought battles. It was tradition for the commander, royalty and champions to ride in their human, orc or elf (only Mith and Rhiadrieal had elf forms.)
Rhiadrieal spotted one of the orcs, giving orders to the wolves and urged Star Gazer over. Gazer had finally out grown her fear of wolves, and galloped forward. Rhiadrieal drew her sword and slashed at the orc, bringing Gazer back around when the orc blocked her blow and slashed out at her. Rhiadrieal hissed her anger and slashed the orcs hand, severing it at the wrist. The thing howled in pain, letting its sword clatter to the ground. As it clutched it's wrist and howled, Rhiadrieal quickly severed the things neck.
A wolf leapt at Gazer from behind, climbing onto the mares back and biting Rhiadrieal's arm. Rhiadrieal groped for her dagger with her left hand, she finally found it, reversed it, so it was pointing back and stabbed at the wolf's head. It's grip on her arm loosened and eventually it let go, falling to the ground, presumably dead.
Rhiadrieal dispatched several more wolves of the other side, she could only tell by the collars they wore, the Wyr equivalent of a uniform. The Mordor Wyr had black and red collars; Rhiadrieal's Wyr had black and blue collars.
"Rhiadrieal!" Mith exclaimed, riding up. She had cut on her cheek, nothing too serious; the mail had protected her from most of the damage. "You need to use the rings! They are pushing back our side! Look!" Mith pointed, Rhiadrieal's keen eyes saw that most of the wolves lying dead on the field had blue in the collars.
"Fine," Rhiadrieal whispered. She turned Gazer around and urged her to gallop towards the high grasses. "Go to camp, someone will see to you there," she told the mare and then sat in the grass, glad that it hid her from view. She crossed her hands, left over right, so that the two rings touched.
"Darkness' power
Light's demise
Battle's flower
Magic's rise!"
With each word Rhiadrieal spoke, she felt an eerie feeling rise around her growing stronger. When she finished, she looked down at her hands. The cuts on her fingers, which had closed, opened again, bleeding profusely. A shadow grew around the rings, drinking the blood. White light veined the darkness, creating webs of light. Rhiadrieal saw the magic expand, swallowing the field in darkness, and lost consciousness.
A/N: Heh heh! I'm going to have to leave you there. Heh heh!
~*Sky Magic*~
P.S. If you're very good and leave nice reviews I might update it sooner!
~*Sky Magic*~
"Is there no way to convince you to wear armor?" one of Rhiadrieal's attendants demanded.
"I detest the heavy, unwieldy stuff! It's impossible to maneuver and do anything in it!" Rhiadrieal exclaimed. According to her spies, birds mostly, the enemy was getting ready for an attack. Rhiadrieal was right, they were in the Wilderlands. She wasn't quite sure what would happen if one side won, but she had a hunch that whichever side won would probably take over the other side.
"At least wear the rings," one said.
"As long as I don't have to wear chain mail," Rhiadrieal replied.
"Fine," Rhiadrieal agreed. "As long as I don't have to wear the armor!"
"A fussy War Queen," Mith said from the tent's entrance. She was in her human form; only Rhiadrieal, Mith, and the commander would be in human form. Mith's hair was pulled back and she wore light chain mail. On her back she had a quiver, at her side she hung a sword and dagger. War Queen was Rhiadrieal's official title.
"Denar," Rhiadriel's said to the man next to Mith, the commander. "Are the armies ready?"
"Aye, your majesty," Denar said, bowing.
"Here are the rings," Rhiadrieal's attendant said, holding a box. Rhiadrieal took it and opened it. Two rings sat on a velvet cushion. One was black, the other white. White on right, Black on left, Rhiadrieal thought and put them on.
"Ow!" she said. As soon as the rings slid onto her hands, they tightened painfully.
"We never did warn you, did we," Mith said. "The Wyren rings do not come off until the battle is finished and they leave a somewhat painful reminder that they are on through out the battle." Mith pointed at the faint trickle of blood on Rhiadrieal's fingers.
"Why is it that I learn everything after the fact?" Rhiadrieal demanded.
"Think of it this way, we have both rings, light and dark, and since you have a pendant, you can activate the magic," Mith said.
"I guess," Rhiadrieal muttered.
"We must go," Denar said. Rhiadrieal ran out and mounted. She like Mith had a quiver, a dagger and a sword.
Wolves stood patently in lines. When Rhiadrieal rode out in front of them, they bent their heads.
Denar and Mith rode out at her side. Rhiadrieal was not supposed to speak to her people; she wasn't supposed to speak period. She needed to save her energy incase she needed to do magic… That was highly unlikely, but it could happen.
"Here they come!" Denar roared, pointing at the Colored masses running over the hills.
"Rhiadrieal," Mith whispered. "See the three on horses? They look like orcs, but they are the Wyr commanders. Our job is to kill them." Rhiadrieal nodded, it was going to be hard. She had never been in an actual war, they had had three battles, mostly when ambushed and lost numbers.
When Rhiadrieal could see the wolf eyes clearly, Denar thrust his sword into the air above his head, the silent meaning for charge. Chaos broke loose, it was wolf against wolf, how the Wyr almost always fought battles. It was tradition for the commander, royalty and champions to ride in their human, orc or elf (only Mith and Rhiadrieal had elf forms.)
Rhiadrieal spotted one of the orcs, giving orders to the wolves and urged Star Gazer over. Gazer had finally out grown her fear of wolves, and galloped forward. Rhiadrieal drew her sword and slashed at the orc, bringing Gazer back around when the orc blocked her blow and slashed out at her. Rhiadrieal hissed her anger and slashed the orcs hand, severing it at the wrist. The thing howled in pain, letting its sword clatter to the ground. As it clutched it's wrist and howled, Rhiadrieal quickly severed the things neck.
A wolf leapt at Gazer from behind, climbing onto the mares back and biting Rhiadrieal's arm. Rhiadrieal groped for her dagger with her left hand, she finally found it, reversed it, so it was pointing back and stabbed at the wolf's head. It's grip on her arm loosened and eventually it let go, falling to the ground, presumably dead.
Rhiadrieal dispatched several more wolves of the other side, she could only tell by the collars they wore, the Wyr equivalent of a uniform. The Mordor Wyr had black and red collars; Rhiadrieal's Wyr had black and blue collars.
"Rhiadrieal!" Mith exclaimed, riding up. She had cut on her cheek, nothing too serious; the mail had protected her from most of the damage. "You need to use the rings! They are pushing back our side! Look!" Mith pointed, Rhiadrieal's keen eyes saw that most of the wolves lying dead on the field had blue in the collars.
"Fine," Rhiadrieal whispered. She turned Gazer around and urged her to gallop towards the high grasses. "Go to camp, someone will see to you there," she told the mare and then sat in the grass, glad that it hid her from view. She crossed her hands, left over right, so that the two rings touched.
"Darkness' power
Light's demise
Battle's flower
Magic's rise!"
With each word Rhiadrieal spoke, she felt an eerie feeling rise around her growing stronger. When she finished, she looked down at her hands. The cuts on her fingers, which had closed, opened again, bleeding profusely. A shadow grew around the rings, drinking the blood. White light veined the darkness, creating webs of light. Rhiadrieal saw the magic expand, swallowing the field in darkness, and lost consciousness.
A/N: Heh heh! I'm going to have to leave you there. Heh heh!
~*Sky Magic*~
P.S. If you're very good and leave nice reviews I might update it sooner!
~*Sky Magic*~