AND: Here it is. The chapter I thought wouldn't get written until tomorrow. You can thank my friend in the Navy for this. I haven't heard anything from her since she went to basic and her mom comes into my work yesterday. She told me my friend has been told she has a very good chance of getting to be stationed in the kitchen in the White House! After basic she's going to Texas to a fantastic cooking school. I'm so happy for her. She's the one who started me on fanfiction. So, I'm writing this in her honor.

Warning: Some blood and violence, folks.

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Chapter 17

"The Attack Part 1"

The skies were dark with the heavens obscured by clouds. It was their time. Night would be the best time to attack. Guards and soldiers relaxed in their walls at night. The false aristocracy would be sleeping soundly in their beds. All the while the panther would wait to strike out at its prey. They were ready. Two months of training and dodging royal soldiers, and the entirety of the rebels, which had swelled once civilians had come to them to fight, waited like the panther on its prey.

"We are ready," Eva whispered to the night. By her Spring nodded and turned her gaze to the heavens. The weather had blessed them. It would be a pitch dark night. Their first infantry force would be the cats, followed by the wolves. Then, when the burning began, the birds and other landwalkers would join the fight, all in the name of the true Queen.

"Blood will flow and time will slow, but we shall never stop for we are warriors to the end," Spring muttered under her breath. It was the Code of the Warrior that had been around for generations. No one was certain when and where it had originated, but the past warriors had lived and died by it. Now it was being renewed after Waterfist banned her men from ever saying it aloud. The spirits of the ancient warriors awoke to the rebel general's words. Waterfist would not know what hit her.

"Are they alright?" Ahn whispered to Canaan. Ahn had become a great healer with understanding both Naurasian and Elysian techniques, even if she couldn't use those. She knew which herbs helped and which harmed. Ahn was becoming known for a deadly poison she had made on accident. It would kill in mere minutes and be extremely painful. It was one of the rebel's secret weapons.

"They are fine," Prince Aikka said from behind her. "They just need to sort out their thoughts before battle." The prince, like most of the Naurasians, had come to understand the hierarchy of the Elysian people. Eva was the leader, with Spring and Aikka as her advisors. The Naurasians helped the rebels, and they were helped in return.

"Let's get them moving!" Eva said. The men and women who were bonded to cats bowed and took off into the night. Eva bowed her head in a small prayer.

"Do not worry," Aikka said and placed a hand on her shoulder. "They can do this. You have seen them fight before."

"We were fighting defensively before," she replied. He wrapped his arms around her. She turned in his embrace and leaned her forehead on his shoulder. She took in his strength and confidence. It was just what she needed then.

The Capitol was asleep. Only a small group of soldiers watched the city's wall. Waterfist did not think or believe that the rebels would be able to get that close to the Capitol without alerting someone loyal to her. She believed herself to be all powerful and all knowing; the death of her daughter had driven her into insanity. She now had an ultimate god complex. She believed herself the creator of Elysion.

The gates of the city were blown apart by flames.

The cats had down their jobs and soon the wolves leapt into the fry against the soldiers. Screaming and crying filled the red light air. Blood soaked the ground and phantom cries heard upon the wind. From above came the battle cry from on top a large falcon. Spring screeched and urged on the warriors and took down several with her bow. Her nickname from the battle became Death From Above.

The night was filled with terror. Civilians ran to find cover. The palace itself was heavily guarded with the soldiers of the "Noble" houses. Waterfist sat upon her throne and smirked. She would be the victor and destroy those who opposed her. After all, who could kill a God?

From high above in the heavens, a large figure in shadows grinned maliciously and laughed softly under his breath. Soon would be his time. Soon.

AND: There you all go. 687 words of story. We now have 3500 hits and 77 reviews. This is the most popular story I have ever written! I'm so happy. Look for part 2 tomorrow. See ya.