Okay, first off, I don't own these characters. They're just fun to play
with. So if you try suing me all you'll get are the tuition bills of a poor
college student..
Second, this fic is a dare/request made by one of my friends in order to pair up certain characters that may not exactly be expected. So, wait a moment (grabs a bucket of water and a fire extinguisher) LET THE FLAMES COME! ^_^V Ok I'm ready now! If you like it leave a comment, if you hate it leave a comment. I can't improve if I don't know what people like and don't like!
In a quiet room, deep within the confines of a fortress, two men sit at a map-covered table, immersed in their conversation while the sweet music of a flute fills the room. The young woman knows they do not hear her music but still she plays, for her sake and not their own. The music is warm and comforting, serving to hold back the anxieties of coming war.
Normalcy was no longer the rule of this fortified city. News had been pouring in for weeks about the advancing of the Wei Army, setting in motion efforts to increase the city's fortifications and attempts to end the war before it ever began. Emissaries were sent to the Wei, only to come back dead, if they came back at all. In desperation, the young lady's husband and her lord, his father, sent requests of aid to the Shu and the Wu armies, as of yet there has been no response, all the while the Wei draw steadily closer.
Eventually the young woman's music began to fade to silence as her thoughts sank deeper into turmoil. She had already made her decision to follow her husband into battle when the time came. After all he needed someone to cover his fool behind, and who better than his wife? A smile crossed her lips at the thought, they really were the perfect team each complimenting the strengths of the other, whether on the battlefield or in conference. She only hoped that this battle would not be their last. With the Wei approaching, led by the ruthless Cao Cao and no word from their allies, Yejun was hopelessly outnumbered.
A door crashed open, knocking Zhen Ji out of her silent musings and ending the conversation between Yuan Shao and his son Yuan Xi.
"My Lord!" a messenger ran in, still covered by the dust of the road. "We've received word that Wei's vanguard has begun its advance!"
Yuan Shao stood and began to pace back and forth in front of the large map detailing his kingdom and it's borders. "Mobilize the border guard. Send them to delay Wei for as long as possible."
The man knelt before his lord, shaking with either grief or perhaps fear for his life. "I.I.I'm sorry m'lord but..but, our outlying forces have already fallen to Cao Cao and refugees have begun to flood all of the incoming roads."
"I see." Lord Yuan Shao fell silent, staring down at the map before him.
"Father! We must do something we cannot just sit here and wait for the Wei to crush us within our own walls! The Wei Army is only a week's march from our gates! We must stop him before he reaches the river or by then all will be lost!" Yuan Xi paced restlessly the width and berth of the council room, pounding his fist into his open hand as he went.
The young woman swallowed a sigh of despair, laying a calming hand upon her husband's shoulder. War truly had come. For love, she would fight, for war had come.
Second, this fic is a dare/request made by one of my friends in order to pair up certain characters that may not exactly be expected. So, wait a moment (grabs a bucket of water and a fire extinguisher) LET THE FLAMES COME! ^_^V Ok I'm ready now! If you like it leave a comment, if you hate it leave a comment. I can't improve if I don't know what people like and don't like!
In a quiet room, deep within the confines of a fortress, two men sit at a map-covered table, immersed in their conversation while the sweet music of a flute fills the room. The young woman knows they do not hear her music but still she plays, for her sake and not their own. The music is warm and comforting, serving to hold back the anxieties of coming war.
Normalcy was no longer the rule of this fortified city. News had been pouring in for weeks about the advancing of the Wei Army, setting in motion efforts to increase the city's fortifications and attempts to end the war before it ever began. Emissaries were sent to the Wei, only to come back dead, if they came back at all. In desperation, the young lady's husband and her lord, his father, sent requests of aid to the Shu and the Wu armies, as of yet there has been no response, all the while the Wei draw steadily closer.
Eventually the young woman's music began to fade to silence as her thoughts sank deeper into turmoil. She had already made her decision to follow her husband into battle when the time came. After all he needed someone to cover his fool behind, and who better than his wife? A smile crossed her lips at the thought, they really were the perfect team each complimenting the strengths of the other, whether on the battlefield or in conference. She only hoped that this battle would not be their last. With the Wei approaching, led by the ruthless Cao Cao and no word from their allies, Yejun was hopelessly outnumbered.
A door crashed open, knocking Zhen Ji out of her silent musings and ending the conversation between Yuan Shao and his son Yuan Xi.
"My Lord!" a messenger ran in, still covered by the dust of the road. "We've received word that Wei's vanguard has begun its advance!"
Yuan Shao stood and began to pace back and forth in front of the large map detailing his kingdom and it's borders. "Mobilize the border guard. Send them to delay Wei for as long as possible."
The man knelt before his lord, shaking with either grief or perhaps fear for his life. "I.I.I'm sorry m'lord but..but, our outlying forces have already fallen to Cao Cao and refugees have begun to flood all of the incoming roads."
"I see." Lord Yuan Shao fell silent, staring down at the map before him.
"Father! We must do something we cannot just sit here and wait for the Wei to crush us within our own walls! The Wei Army is only a week's march from our gates! We must stop him before he reaches the river or by then all will be lost!" Yuan Xi paced restlessly the width and berth of the council room, pounding his fist into his open hand as he went.
The young woman swallowed a sigh of despair, laying a calming hand upon her husband's shoulder. War truly had come. For love, she would fight, for war had come.