Screams of pain

Cries for mercy

Great agony of the hundreds dying

She watched the battle raging

Her men desecrating

The enemy

Thousands stood before her

Fighting and giving their all

For what they believed was the winning side

Soon the open field

Became a lake of blood

Scanran blood mixing in with the soil

Keladry of Mindelain

Stood triumphant in the center

The enemy leader

Kneeling before her

Surrending to her side

Kel woke up to a start, the dream of the battle fresh in her mind. Was that the battle in which she would be captured? It didn't appear to be, but maybe that battle was not so far off. She groaned as a knock on her door interupted her thoughts.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," Kel mumbled, trying to figure out who would be up this early in the morning, the sun not up. Opening the door, a disgrntled messenger gasping for breath. "Yes?"

"Milady," the man attempte to bow, but nearly lost his balance. He stood up straight, and stared up at Kel. "The king needs to talk to you, in the room behind the throne room."

"Tell His Majesty that I'll be there in 10 minutes. Thank you," Kel walked towards her desk and pulled out a small coin purse, and handed a small coin to him.

"Thank you, milady." The messenger ran off as Kel shut the door. She preceeded to get dressed and ready before leaving her room. Kel ran down the hall, down several levels, and through a set of doors into the throne room. She opened the door behind the dais, bowed to King Jonathan, and closed the door behind her.

"You called, your Majesty?" Kel sat down when he offered the seat in front of him.

"Yes, Sir Keladry. We just got news from New Hope that a large aarmy is set up right by the border on Scanran soil. The refugees have decided to act as if nothing is wrong, but have upped their watch." Jon closed his eyes, his face solemn.

"Sir?" Kel was puzzled about why she was being told of this.

"I know of your visitor yesterday, the news he told you. But that is not the reason I'm telling you this. You're a great leader, and are needed to lead the armies against our foe the Scanran. Three days from now, you shall leave and lead the army up to New Hope. There you shall wait until I give you the signal to start the battle."

Kel sat back in her chair, to think about the situation. Was this the battle? Would they win or lose after she had been captured. She did not know. But she would prepare those below her, just in case she disappeared sometime during the battle.

"I accept, your Majesty. Who is second in command of this army?"

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