Across carnivorous and rough seas, away from home, a scruffy short-unkept haired young prince hurtled through the unknown depths toward his destination. An island country, which trembles with the pain of death and slaughter. The sea itself whispered the words - murder, assaination - and the smell of gunpowder crept slowly within his senses. He does not know of the terror he is lurching toward, only of the peril the desperate land is in. With a fleet of one hundred ships to aid him each with ten thousand trained men and women alike ready to fight for a good cause.

Though their mission is to help, the prince has another mission himself. He looked up, the moon was appearing in the sky and the sunset illuminated the atmosphere blood red. This night would be a long one and the battle hard fought. But he had to escalate forward. Too much was at risk, too many lives in need of assistance. He drifted back to look at the land, he concentrated deeply about strategies, plans of attack and defend alike.

Though deep in thought his senses were more alert then before. He had to be prepared for anything and everything. It was the cause of this that he had heard the sound of metal being sheafed from a leather pouch, the very sound of the husky yet subtle breathing. His senses were far greater than the very best soldiers, even the best hound dog; it was thanks to his mother for them. Because of this - ability - he knew exactly which crew member it was creeping up on him, dagger drawn. The boy unnoticeably gripped his sword ready to turn around when... "WATCH OUT!" a shrieking voice shouted. The assassin leapt out toward the prince as fast as lighting and just as fast the boy slashed his sword through the right side of the man - straight through his heart.

"Ugh Ols!" The prince spat "So pitiful and dumb!" he now turned to the little shocked man who screamed. "Grene!" he shouted "Go back below deck immediately and organise the troops, we will be arriving soon."

Ols, a creature the prince and many humans hated most. They were very evil indeed and were classed in grades. They could take on any living shape and for a certain amount of time. A grade one ol can only take on the shape for a very short amount of time and travels in pairs. A grade two ol can hold the shape for three days as a maximum. And last but not least, certainly the most evil of all a grade three ol. So like a human it's hard to tell weather they are or not. They can also become a non-living object too a hold its form as long as it wishes. The only way to kill them is to pierce their heart which is confusingly on the right side rather than the left.

As the boat slowly drifted toward foreign shores the prince thought of his parents - The king and queen - Jasmine and Leif. He thought of the things they told him before he left.

"Be careful and take care of yourself" his mother had said. "You are 16 now my son, its time you helped if not our country but help another. It is time you had your own adventure." His father had wisely explained. "We shall miss you my brother! Please take care Perin!" His sister Anna who was eleven fare welled. Then his favorite sibling, his smallest sister Cecile who was only three kissed him on the cheek and gave him one of her most smallest and most favourite teddies, convincing Perin that it would keep him safe and help him remember her. He couldn't help but feel sad, he did not know what he would do if he never got to see his family again.

Still gripping his sword he looked ahead. They were just about to land. He turned and saw all the men and women on board and he shouted his commands. "Terrace lands are abroad, the rescue team your job is to find the terrace civilians and help them, take them to our home base and give them care! Offensive team you are going to the front line, you have to help the terrace soldiers prevent any more territory being taken over by the enemy. Finally Defensive team, you wont be needed till the very end but until I give you your orders you must assist the offensive team and defend remaining land. I know you are all great fighters; follow orders and be true, help your fellow friends. I don't want too many of my people to die. We carry out the plans at dusk!" To this was a great roar from the fighters.

After the speech the men and women worked together to land the ship and set up base. Perin pulled aside his best friend, second in charge and fourth heir to the throne. He was Marilen's first son Joseph.

"Joseph my good friend, I've got something just for me and you to do..." at the look the older and wiser Joseph gave him he stopped, thought and continued "I know the responsibilities of the camp?" He remarked. Then Joseph cocked an eyebrow and that gave Perin his answer. "Grene can watch everything while we are gone, besides this is a mission in itself." Perin tempted his 18 year old friend.

"Well?" Joseph finally answered back

"Oh right ... We shall go to the presidential palace, its located in the Berlain city area, I've heard that the President is dead but the enemy is going to think of using the palace as a stronghold. I still know there are many people -mainly servants- still in there. I know we are not meant to attack the enemy just as yet and it would be foolish to attack a stronghold with two people but... perhaps we can rescue the people secretly and bring them back here before they are captured and perhaps even tortured. I'm not sure of the amount the enemy's leader has but surely it may just be similar to the shadow lord and if so then who knows what he shall do to prisoners!" Perin exclaimed letting his imagination go wild.

Joseph let out a sigh. Even though Perin was in charge of this whole army and many of his people he still would act childish when with a good friend. "Okay Perin we shall go but we are not to attack anyone from the other side... its just a rescue mission and I want you to also remember that I am not going with you because I find this an excellent adventure but because I know you will go with me or with out. At least if I go I will have some sense of security that you will not be dead before you get home."

Perin grinned happily and went to go tell Grene his orders and what to do while Perin and Joseph would be gone. Late that night he and Joseph set off for the two hour walk to Berlain City to go free the prisoners kept there. They almost looked like wistful shadows through the night with their cloaks concealing their identities.

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