Chapter 2: An Ambush

SHRESS LA'VDAMEE POV *

Shress stepped over the body of the alien soldiers. They easily fell to her blade. They didn't even know she was there.

She couldn't help but feel a slight discomfort. As part of a warrior family; She was brought up to know the difference between a warrior and a coward. Warriors fight their advisories head on; cowards slip a knife into the enemy's throat from behind. Falling these aliens from behind with her active camouflage on was a cowardly act, but in the San 'Shyuum's point of view this was a good kill.

Shress pushed these thoughts out of her mind as she walked to the "Utility room" as the humans called it. She descended on the slanted walkway, her hoofs causing faint echoes in the empty room as she neared what appears to be a "power room." Inside were wires, levers and knobs, tooting and buzzing at such a tremendous rate it took Shress off guard for a bit. This was her first time in a human structure. She never realized how primitive their machinery is.

Shress touched a small device connected to her helmet and spoke, "Kluan, I'm in the… utility room." She spoke slowly and uncertainly. "What am I to do now?"

A moment later a deep voice rumbled back into her ear. "There should be a…computer looking thing on the wall. It should look like a small terminal."

Shress searched the walls until finding a small device opposite of the wall. Only the screen glowed green and the buttons were small, with unfamiliar characters imprinted on them.

She called her Zealot brother again. "I think I found it. Which control do I touch?"

"It should be a red control, but don't touch it. You have to press it in order to activate it." He answered.

"Are you sure." She didn't want to press the wrong control and have something bad happen.

"Yes I'm sure." Kluan said with a touch of irritation. "The humans have some strange obsession with having all their 'power off' controls colored red."

Shress growled back at the tone in his voice but pressed the button on the terminal. Instantly the power went off, the room went dark, the sounds of machinery were shut off, but the rising and falling pillars in the center of the room still moved and glowed, but hopefully they don't do anything to turn the power back on.

"It's done." Shress spoke into the communicator. "I'm heading back."

She started walking back, taking care not to go near the human bodies. Despite her being in the Covenant military for years, Shress still feels uncomfortable killing creatures by surprise. In her opinion all species deserve a chance to fight an honorable duel. Especially the humans, so far they were the only creatures that had a code that was close to the honor system the Sangheili people followed. She witnessed them retrieving their dead and some had a will to fight to the death. Some though, not all. Not like the Sangheili's. They were definitely creatures to be studied, but she never voices these thoughts. To say such thing would be heresy, resulting with her being executed.

She tried to reaffirm her hatred to humans for being heretics, but what makes them different than any other species within the covenant? The San 'Shyuum claims that the humans are unfit to take part of the Great Journey. They claim that humans are unclean and dangerous, but what makes them unclean and how are they any less dangerous than the Jiralhanae? The only thing that makes sense is that the humans are dangerous because they create monsters, like the demons the covenant has to face.

Shress let out a hiss as she thought of the demons. They are bigger, faster and stronger then the humans. They have the courage of a Sangheili, and the strength of a Jiralhanae, but are a species that no one has ever seen before. Their bulky armor makes them hard to kill. They hide in the shadows and are always killing hundreds of her species. There were rumors that the demons are resurrected bodies of dead humans, brought back to seek revenge on the Covenant for destroying their souls. She dismissed these silly notions until the day she was assaulting one of the human's colony worlds and saw a green armored humanoid, truly fighting like a demon. Slaughtering all in its way while being shot at multiple times but never went down. The only time she witness the death of a demon was when she watched from a monitor how a wave of fire from a ship's cleansing beam consumed a red demon, finally killing it. She would never forget the ferocity it showed towards the end.

"Shress!" a loud voice called.

Shress was so buried within her mind she did not realized she reached the human control room until Nodam called to her. He and Kluan stood together close to a computer monitor that was destroyed during the fight to take the room. An elderly human lay sprawled on the floor while others, soldiers, was space across the room. The smell of human was still strong in the air, sweat, grime and, of course, blood. She stood with her Zealot brothers and nodded her head towards them.

Kluan grunted and look away, while Nodam offered her a nod in return to her greeting. Out of the two, Shress likes Nodam. He treats her with respect and honors her as being the first female to be accepted into their ranks. However there are those, like Kluan, who believes all the women should be left on Sanghelios and tend to the children. 'like they're supposed to do' Kluan once voiced.

That was the life that Shress was supposed to live, but she defied it. As traditional, all females were trained to fight, but were post on their home world as the home guard. She was let into the military however when she worked harder than any other female and gain the attention of her first suitor, Ripa 'Moramee, who allowed her to join in the battle against a troublesome Kig-Yar called Krith. That quelled her thirst for blood. Shress sighed mentally, she thought she and Ripa were meant to be. that was until he tried to lead a coup against one of their planet's leaders, which she refused to take part of. It ended their relationship.

After that she worked her way up through the ranks until at thirty summers of passing, she was made a Zealot by the Ship Master of the Shadow of Intent himself. She was and still is, proud to wear the advance red armor of a Zealot, support two energy swords, and have access to any kind of information she needs. This should have earn her honor and respect from her brethren, instead she was met with disgust and shame. Ancient traditions are hard to break. All of this made her even more determine to prove herself.

"Shress." Nodam said again, she silently cursed herself for zoning out again.

Acting as if nothing has happen she asked, "Did we get what we came for?"

It was Kluan who answered, "No, the humans hid the device well." He growled in irritation. "We may have to-" He stopped speaking and cocked his head to the side, listening to his communicator.

Nodam and Shress waited for Kluan to speak, and were shock to hear him exclaim. "What! How many of them! Are you sure? Where are they now? What! Why didn't you tell us you filthy Kig-Yar. Can you hear me? By the Prophets, answer me!" He demanded before letting out a small roar of anger and turn to his fellow Sangheili's.

Nodam said. "Brother what is-"

Kluan interrupted him, "Demons." he hissed, "They're here. An entire group is here, in the courtyard!"

Shress tried to suppress a feeling of dread. An entire group? She saw how much death a single demon can bring. She didn't want to know what will happen if they get confronted by an entire squad of them.

Nodam was also startled by this. "What shall we do brother?" He asks.

Kluan thought for a moment before turning to Shress. "Tell the Kig-Yar and their squadron of Unggoys to meet us here. We shall cleanse this planet from these creatures for good."

Shress paused before asking. "Are you sure? What makes you think we can stop them with needlers and plasma pistols?" She was starting to wonder whether Kluan has ever faced a demon before, or at least seen one in action.

Kluan hand shot forward as if to strike her, but he pulled it back and answered in a low voice. "We will ambush these creatures, and finish this mission. That is... if you are not too much of a coward to complete it."

Enraged by the insult, Shress retorted by saying. "you didn't answer my question Kluan." She stated.

Kluan turned to her but before he could voice anything, there were the sound of a large banging and the rolling of machinery. As one the Zealots turn and flexed their energy swords to life, waiting for an attack yet none came. They were lowering their guard when a small moan was heard behind them. They all twisted again and look for the source. A human solider that they thought was dead stirred a bit and let out a pained moan. Again came the grinding sound, this time Shress was able to pinpoint the sound, it was coming from the main entrance hall way.

She turned to her two comrades and said, "It's the demons, they must be trying to get through."

There was another moan from the injured soldier. Kluan grumbled, turn to the human and switch on his sword again but Nodam stepped in front of him. "Wait." He said.

Kluan growled and asked in a low and dangerous voice. "Why?"

Shress was surprised when she saw Nodam smile and replied in an even voice. "Every trap needs bait."

SIX'S POV*

"Kat get the door closed now!" Emile yelled as he reloads his shotgun for the ninth time that day.

He was standing guard over Kat within the Relay building as she fought with the outpost's security system, trying to shut the door while Emile stood over her. Carter, Jorge and Six are on the opposite side of them, all firing shots into the courtyard that was quickly filling with Covenant. Elites were few in number, but they rallied the troops and provided the heavy support. Jackals were in the second row, their energy shields blinding as they took hits from Noble team's rounds. Grunts were in the front line, firing blindly and trying to get close to the door without losing their heads. Above them, the two falcons were engaging phantoms and spirits, with Jun taking crack shots below whenever possible.

"Look do you think this is easy?" Kat asked, "I have to bypass security codes, firewalls-"

Carter shouted over the roar of battle, "Kat I don't care what you have to deal with, just get the door closed-"

"Got it!" Kat yelled, slowly the door began closing. The team started to shoot through the closing gap between them and the Covenant troops. Six was the last one to let put a burst of fire, spanning over fifteen yards, his assault rifle's bullets tore through an Elites shield and buried themselves in its chest. He watched with satisfaction as the Elite fell before the door blocked his view.

Carter saw this and nodded at Six. "Nice piece of work Lieutenant."

Six nodded back, a little breathless. He swore he and the team of Spartans has been in a nonstop firefight ever since landing, but he didn't complain. This was the life of a Spartan, and he was satisfied with the number of kills he and the team has scored. 'And this is just the first day' Six thought to himself.

Noble team rallied around a secondary door, Kat already hard at work getting it open. As they wait, Carter was talking into his comm's. "Noble Three, what's the status out there?"

"Sir, I think we spooked them. The ground forces are holding their positions and the phantoms are pulling out." Jun replied.

"An Elite and his squad getting spooked? There's something wrong with this picture." Carter signed off and addressed the team. "Alright Noble. This op isn't over yet, so don't drop your guard, stay sharp and shoot first."

"And on a minor note, everyone keep an eye on Six," Emile joked.

Six didn't respond. Gripping and insulting the new guy was a military ritual that has been alive for centuries.

"Lock it up Emile." Carter spoke before the second door opened, "Alright here we go people."

The metal door opens painfully slowly, exposing a dark hallway. Moving expertly, the Spartans stayed close to the walls. Emile was going follow last when Carter spoke up. "Emile. Hold here. If anyone comes this way, they're yours."

Six heard the frustration in Emile's voice when he acknowledges with a "sir." but he didn't complain as he took up a guard position by the door.

Satisfied that their rear exit was secured, Carter nodded forward and the team advance down the dark hallway. The expert soldiers moved with caution, unsure what to expect. A small army of Covenant or a shell shocked solider unable to tell friend from foe. It wasn't long before they reached the control room. A sad scene. An elderly man was spread pathetically on the floor and the bodies of dead marines were sprawled throughout a room filled with bullet holes. Only a sole light bulb was on, flickering dramaticly as it struggle to keep what little power it still contained.

"Noble Six search that body." Kat said as she started examining the main computer while the rest of Noble team started locking down the area.

Six started searching the man when he heard Carter speaking, "Hey, are you alright, what happen"

He looked up and saw that one of the marines that he took for dead was alive. Injured, but still breathing. It was clear he had a bad day, plasma and energy scars were plastered on his armor as he tried to speak in a pained voice.

"Sir, Marine zero-four... Foxtrot company... we got here, started to lock this place down." His voice was hoarse as he spoke. His exhales rattled. A sure sign of internal injuries. "We split up and that's when... something hit us. I don't know what it was but…oh man they tore my team apart." The pain in his voice was evident. Six knew the feeling. They all lost friends in this war.

Six turned back to his work and search the man up and down. Checking all of the deceased man's pockets until he found a strange device in his jacket pocket. He seen the device before but forgot what it was. It was like an oversize data chip. He turned to Kat as she cursed at the computer. "Plasma damage!" She snarled.

"Kat I found something." Six barely held up the chip when Kat snatched it away from him and held on to it as if it was the galaxy's most precious gem. She replied. "I'll take that Six. No need to have a security breech right?" For once Six thought he heard a bit of thrill in her voice. Maybe decrypting unknown data chips was her hobby.

Before he could comment on that thought Jorge reentered the room with a struggling figure.

"I got a live one here. Come on, it's alright." The struggling figure was a young woman. Possibly passing her teens. She was in a frantic state. Screaming and squirming, trying to break loose from Jorge's grip as he tried to sooth her but she continued yelling foreign words that Six was sure weren't complements.

Carter stood from where he was kneeling by the soldier and said "Jorge." like it was a command.

Jorge turn and replied. "Sir I got this." With that he drops his massive gun and held the girl by the shoulders and had her look into his polarized visor and said in a loud, yet gentle voice. "Keep still and I'll release you." That got her attention; She stopped struggling and stared back into Noble Five's visor and said another word in a somewhat meek voice. This time Six was sure it wasn't an insult.

She suddenly let out a gasp. Six barely heard it, but Jorge did, and on instinct Jorge ducked as a energy sword pass through the space where he was a moment before. Out of nowhere, three Elite's dropped from the ceiling. Energy swords drawn at the ready. Six barely turned towards the aliens when the lead one sprinted forward and took a slice at Kat. Carter intercepted by pushing Kat and himself to the side. The blade missed them. Cutting instead into the computer. Before it could take a second swipe at his comrades, Six let loose a barrage of bullets point blank at the elite. This would have been enough to kill it, but its shields were on, saving the Elite's life. Without a second thought, the Elite rammed into Six, knocking him down and ran towards an open door.

Six tried to get up and pursue, but one of the other Elite's jump on top of him kept him and pinned. It attempted to stab him with its energy blade, but Six grabbed its wrist and held the blade away from his body. He lifted his upper form up and slams a fist into the alien's face with enough force to knock a human unconscious, but this thing wasn't human. All that the punch did was make it angry. It roared at Six, spreading its mandibles, exposing its shark like teeth. Six was sure it was going to try and bite his helmet, but then Six saw Carter behind the creature and kicks the alien off of him. Before Six could thank him Carter kicks Six's weapon towards him. Six grabs the rifle and in a single movement, turn and aimed his rifle at the Elites.

He was about to pull the trigger when he stops. The third alien had grabbed the injured marine and held him in front of it and the other Elite that Carter kicked off Six. All of Noble team has pulled their weapons and aimed them towards the covenant soldiers but none dare pulled a trigger. Both the captured marine and the girl were screaming, making it harder to concentrate. Emile was on the radio and was demanding to know what was going on, earning a shout from Carter that they've been "engaged."

Slowly the aliens edge out of the room, taking the pleading marine with them. When they were gone Emile was back on the radio. "Sir Permission to persue, over."

"Negative. Stay where you are. Kat, handle her." Carter nodded towards the screaming girl before speaking. "Five, Six; clear the hole!"

Both Jorge and Six moved. Six reloaded while Jorge lumbered behind. The door led to the cargo area, it was pitch black. Behind him, Six heard Jorge close the door. Blocking out what little light they had and plunging them into darkness with only two killer aliens for company.

Six switched on his night vision. It filled the cavern like bay area with a green light. He was now able to see things easier. Slowly he edge towards the back of the bay area. It was the only place the Elite's could have retreated to. Suddenly one of the Elites jumped out from behind a box and Six was finally able to see it clearly. The Elite was a Zealot. One of the most deadly of the Covenant class of warriors. Six should have known. Only Zealots would have energy swords and only they would have the arrogance to think they could take on a squad of Spartans on their own.

The Zealot lifted something from behind its leg. A Concussion rifle. It let out a sudden roar and behind the crates, two Jackals and at least eight Grunts emerged. It was another ambush.

Before anymore surprises could be revealed, Jorge yelled out. "Flare!"

At this, Six turn off his night vision as Jorge threw a large cylinder tube upwards. In midair it burst into a bright red light. Startle squeaks emitted from the Grunts and the Jackals eyes widen at the sudden bright light, but the Elite wasn't fazed. It lifted its rifle and started firing, little red spheres of fire were streaking towards the back to the two Spartans. Six dived behind a crate, but Jorge simply dodge the shots and let lose a thundering firestorm. Some Grunts went down, but the Jackals activated their shields and started squawking orders. The remaining Grunts hid behind crates once again and started letting lose corner shots. Bright blue plasma, purple needles, and fiery bullets tore through the air, trying to find a fleshy target.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Six peeked around the corner and look towards the back of the room. Just like he thought, the Zealot was standing in the open, as if it didn't care if it was killed or not. That got no argument from Six as he took aim and started firing. The Zealot's shield flashed a bright silver and stayed that way as the bullets continue to hit the invisible shield. Then, to Six's astonishment, the Zealot leapt away and ran into a side room. Retreating from the battle. The greatest sin to commit on the battlefield by the Zealot standards. This caused a chill run down Six's spine. 'Why was he running?'

A needler crystal struck close to his face, causing Six to stumble back and get his head back in the game. 'Take down the cannon fodders, then focus on the big fish.' He thought. Taking a breath, Six peeked out and observed his adversaries. So far the Covenant troops haven't moved. They were still cowering behind their boxes. Which were about five yards apart. He looked to Jorge and made eye contact. With quick hand gestures, he explained his idea to Jorge. It was risky, Six though Jorge would oppose, but instead he nodded and began firing at the enemy with a renewed passion, giving Six the window he needed.

Wasting no time, Six jumped and his fingers caught the edge of the twelve foot tall box. He hoisted himself up and got down low so he wouldn't give his position away, but the aliens were still hiding behind their cover. They will be caught with total surprise. Wasting no time, Six jumped from cargo to cargo and waited on one last crate before the enemy's. He checked and made sure his weapon was loaded. Reassured, Six took a running start and jumped on top of the enemy's cover.

Moving quickly he looked over the side, four Grunts and the two Jackals were there. Without hesitation he brought out his rifle and fired, point blank downwards. The Grunts all dropped after the bullets passed through their skulls, and the rest of the bullets were empty into a surprise Jackal's face. Six's gun ran empty at the same time as the last Jackal cover its head with its shield and pointed its Needler up at Six and fired. Without missing a beat, Six jumped and landed feet first on the surviving Jackal's shield. He heard a sickening crunch as the Jackal crumpled beneath his weight, crushing it.

Reaching down, Six unclip a plasma grenade from a dead grunt and hurled it over towards the last Covenant position. He didn't see it land, but he heard a Grunt snort in confusion before hearing a explosion, ending the Grunts surprised screams just as quickly as they started.

Satisfied that the area was clear Six reloaded his rifle and walked out from cover, meeting with Jorge. They nodded at each other before turning and rushing down the bay. Determined to catch the Zealots. As they entered the corridor, their only resistant's were a squadron of Grunts. Who were easily dispatched with a quick grenade or two. They didn't stop until they came to the utility room. It was eerie quiet, the light pillars were still moving up and down, still supplying the base with clean oxygen. The emptiness should have put the Spartans at ease, instead they became as tense as a string before snapping. They knew the Zealots were in here, and they were probably planning another attack.

Six turned to Jorge and voice his concern. "Elites, especially Zealots, never ever run from a fight."

Jorge nodded in agreement and said. "Sorry Lieutenant, but we have no choice." He looked to Six and asked. "You've ever been a rabbit before Six?"

Six nodded and replied, "Always."

"Good." Jorge step forward and set his heavy gun on the railing, "I'll be here then, drive them out."

Six nodded and started down the slanted walkway, ensuring his rifle was loaded. He paused when he saw a body and let out a sigh of disappointment. The marine who was taken hostage, the one who miraculously survived a massacre, now joined his brothers and sisters on the big base in the sky. Six pressed on, silently promising the fallen soldier that he'll collect his dog-tags when they were done.

He stopped when he was opposite to the entrance to the power room. He started moving forward when the Zealot with the concussion rifle jumped out from within and fired. It was bad timing, just as the blast was about to hit Six, a pillar rose from the floor and took the blast for him. The zealot let out a growl and behind him, a second Zealot ran out, its energy sword activated as it ran towards six. Six started blasting at the approaching alien, shields flashing with the bullets as they impacted. It was practically on top of Six when Jorge started firing. The fire power took the Zealot by surprise causing it to halt, which was a bad idea. Jorge's gun depleted the alien's shield. Bullets tore into the Elite's side, spilling blood.

The Zealot turn and roared in rage at Jorge, wanting nothing more than to slaughter him. Jorge stopped firing, confusing the alien, as it was still thinking. It did not realize Six was moving before it was too late. In a swift maneuver, Six removed his blade, stepped on the Zealot's knee, lifted himself up and buried the knife into the Elite's neck. The elite's eyes widen with shock but before it could retaliate, Six twisted the knife, snapping the Elite's neck. Six withdraw the knife and jumped away and watch as the alien dropped to the floor. Dead.

The Zealot with the powerful rifle let out a mighty roar before firing a nonstop barrage at Six, forcing him to weave through the pillars. Seeking new cover every time the previous pillar descend back into the ground. It kept Six moving. Jorge tried shooting the Zealot, but at his angle, he was unable to hit the alien. Realizing he was on his own. Six started shooting between cover, trying to disrupt the Elite's shield, but the constantly fired energy weapon kept messing up Six's aim.

Trying a new tactic, Six stopped shooting, popped a grenade, and threw it at the alien. It tried to find cover but the blast consumed the Zealot, its shield staying strong, but generally weaken. Seeing the effect within the small room, Six started popping grenades and throwing it into the tiny room. Each grenade weakening the shield, causing the alien to grow more and more frustrated. Six reached for another, but only felt one left. He looked at the Zealot, its shield was now red, one more grenade should destroy the shield, and a dangerous move could kill the alien. Six only thought for a moment before coming to a decision. "If this doesn't work, I'm dead anyway."

Six threw the last grenade, the Zealot saw it and tried to back away. While he was distracted, Six retrieved the fallen Zealot's sword and kept a tight grip on it. Six looked up in time to watch with satisfaction as the blast destroyed the Elite's shield. Knowing now was the time to strike. Six leapt from cover and sprinted towards the Zealot. The alien saw him approaching and raised the rifle, firing point blank at Six's chest. Seeing the movement, Six jumped and leveled out in the air as the ball of molten energy past below Six. Six tucked in, rolled on the floor, uncurled, and activated the energy sword, and plunged the sword, hilt deep, into the Zealot. The hand guard was pressed into the Elite's chest, while twin energy blades were visible on the alien's back. The Elite's mandibles remain in a rigid position and it continued to stand tall like it was proud. Six looked into the alien's eyes and saw a deep hatred in its eyes. The red fiery eyes were locked on Six's faceplate before it mandibles moved. Trying to speak a alien word but failed due to lack of energy. The red light in its eyes dulled and the Elite's body began to lean on Six. Six dislodged the sword and stepped back, allowing the body to fall at his feet.

Six stood there staring at the alien in wonder. 'What was its final words? Why did it hate him so? What were they here for?' All he got were questions and more questions. He shook his head to clear his mind, and that was when he heard Jorge's voice in his ear.

"Six? Are you there? Six talk to me," his voiced rumbled.

Six touch his comm's and replied back, "Yeah...yeah I'm fine Jorge."

He heard the giant Spartan sigh before speaking again. "Carter called. He wants us to reset a junction. Since your down there already, you might as well do it."

"Roger that." Six replied and looked around. Glad he now had something to do other than think. He saw the junction on the wall. Calmly he walked over and pressed the 'on' button.

Like a giant beast awakening, the outpost came to life. The whirls and whizzes of the machinery came to life, the little lights started blinking again and the lights turned back on...revealing the third Zealot hiding in the shadows.

Six tried to move but, the Zealot roared and made a thrust with its blade, causing Six's shields to disappear, and stabbing Six in the chest. Six stepped back, grunting in pain, but glad that the blade didn't go any deeper. The Elite made to slice him again, but Six jumped back and tried to reach for his side arm, only to have the Elite slash and the weapon was broken in two. Roaring, the Zealot started cutting and slashing, trying to kill Six at all costs. Than on of the Zealot's slice went farther then it intended, creating a small opening. Without a second thought, Six threw himself at the Zealot, pushing both of them on the ground.

They began rolling around in a desperate struggle, trying to gain the advantage. Each time Six grabbed the Elite, it would some how slipped through his hands and every time the Zealot grabbed Six, he would use his strength to break its hold. Jorge was back on the radio, asking Six what was happening, but at the moment all of Six's focus was on the alien. Then he got too close to the Zealots legs and without warning, it kneed him in the stomach. it caused Six to curl up out of instinct. Turning him into a ball shape. With the last of its strength, the Zealot kick Six sending him flying until he hit the wall, and he landed on the floor in a dazed heap.

Seeing it's opportunity, the Zealot jumped up and moved forward. It unclips a spare energy sword on its hip and activated it as it closed in on Six. Six could now see the Zealot right over him, he didn't have time to think of his last thoughts when without warning, a loud blast sounded and the Zealot leapt back, clutching a wound on its abdomen as it hisses towards the door. Six turn and saw Jorge standing there, his gun at the ready. Seeing his friend there, Six leapt up and turn to face the lone Zealot. Seeing it was out powered and outnumbered, the Zealot turned and ran through the door on the opposite side of the room. As it ran through, it used its sword and destroyed the console that held the door open. The door began moving downwards at a fast pace. Without thinking about it, Six ran forward, unarmed and injured. As the door got closer to the floor, Six slid beneath it and made it on the other side.

"Six wait!" Jorge called out but the door already closed. Leaving an unarmed and injured Six to face an angry Zealot on his own.

Sorry for the cliff hanger but right now I am only reworking grammar and spelling of this work. To those of you who have read this story before please tell me how I did compared to the original. If you want to find the original look up The unexpected alliance by Christian Knight.

The good parts are going to start this next chapter.

Don't be afraid to rate and review. Jtf0012 out.

AN rework 10/31/20

i want to make this clear. First 8 chapters are from the original with only grammar differences.