CHAPTER NINE:
THE BLADES OF nature that quickly become the field of battle were quickly painted red with the blood of soldiers. A war that had been going on almost thirteen years had taken its toll on the people. Armies of immeasurable sizes on both sides.
The Sins used their power over the desire of people, to turn them into their slaves. Depeding on the Sin, the person would be granted with magic, of course the magic they used was summoned through using their soul. At this point in the war, most of the world had been involved. Not a country, region, county, island, isle, frotress. Nowhere, was unaffected by the war. Captain Black had made treaties and contrats with as many alliances and magical communities as possible over the years, ensuring that numbers were kept, but of course, the Great Army was limited by the users that could use magic and were allowed knowledge of the magical world. For even a Squib, if trained correctly, could be a decent medic or scout.
But the death count that the Sin's dealt to the Great Army was too considerable. In the Great Army there was over 800,000 men, women, attuned, giants, trolls, elves, vampires, werewolves, enchanted plants, centaurs, acramanchela, ghouls, famamilliars, direwolves, crowned stags, dragons, merfolk, veela, and others that built the 'Greatest army the wizarding world had ever seen'. Master of Thought did the research, no Commander in history had garnered as many magically gifted individuals before. The only one close would be Julias Caesar.
Something scratched her foot. It was a quick, needle like pain, but she felt it. The 34 year old looked down to her feet. The debris of a snapped wand.
"I hate this."
Screams and shouts echoed all around.
"I hate this."
The smell of corpses filled the air.
"I hate this"
The memory of seeing Rhydian being crushe just seconds before acting as a tsunamin the mind.
"I hate this."
The thought of his wife, his pregnant wife, now a widow.
"I hate this."
The price of victory in war was a steep one. But the payment just continued to increase.
"I hate this."
She clenched her fists, mists of ice crystals clouding her hands.
"I FUCKING HATE THIS!"
The Ice Queen screamed, her hair lifting into the air behind her as she began to release her magic potential. As if a demon had possessed her, the Queen leapt into the air, her fist connecting to the foot of the thirty foot tall giant. It's leg froze instantly, snapping from its body, the giant began toppling over. The Queen snapped her head around and gritted her teeth. "Don't you fucking dare."
She flipped her wrist, her wand, for which she rarely used these days jumped to her hands, the screaming of her magic that currently consumed her, being channeled into the aged wand. Levitation charm after levitation charm was sent spiralling towards the giant, jsut as she got close enough to where it was going to impact she saw two children trying to untangle the other from the zip to their tent.
"MORE CHILDREN WILL DIE."
Her eyes glazed over as she flipped in the air and her hands met the ground with an ear ringing 'shttttssss', waves of frozen spires erupted from the ground and impacted the giant, cocooning its body in ice, saving the children. The spires from the ground had peirced through the tent, destroying any enlargement charms that had been placed onto it, and broke the tent, although still connected to parts of the tent, the two children ran off.
The Ice Queen didn't have time to take them to safety. She knew that her job was to extinguish the attack on her camp.
"I fucking hate this so much." She said to herself as she moved into action. Her anger maintaining a steady boil on her magic, kept it eager to be expelled and used at a moments notice.
Spells fired from every direction, luckily the Ice Queen had been used to the field of battle and knew how to avoid and navigate around it. The area that they had set up shop was half a mile long. Meaning there was half a mile of ground to cover. Blood, body parts, spells, screams, debris, and even the occasional weapon flew about the battle field, the Queen dodging them all. She desperately wanted to assist her men in the battle, but knew where she was needed.
In the vanguard, with the likes of Dracorius, King and Bulkian.
Captain Black ordered five of his leige lords to collect together with all of their men (ten thousand each) because scouts believed that they had found where the remaining sins had retreated to since the last big battle four months ago. Only the occasional skirmish on the outskirts of towns and cities the only thing to remind people that the war was ongoing.
"Y'know what? these bastards are pretty fucking annoying!" Bulkian called out to Dracorius as his giant of a fist smashed through the closed jaw of a zombiefied bear, exploding its head.
"You need to pick up a book every once in a while, there's more literate ways to describe the sitatuation!" King called back. He hadn't been one to study much throughout his educational years, but King, also known as George Weasley, had taken to stuying extensively after the death of his twin brother. Finding a now familliar sense of comfort from the books he read. They allowed him to forget his loneliness.
"Fuck off King." Dracorius shouted, spinning mid-air, firing as many slicers as his wand could musted, the creatures that were trying to bust through meaning nothing to him.
The three of them wer fighting in the front lines. They believed with all their hearts that their men knew how to deal with the situation. They had all seen enough battle's and had trained enough to handle themselves, no matter what was thrown at them. They were currently trying to decrease the amount of monsters getting through the protective dome over their camp. They knew from experience that only zombies, infiri, ghouls and half dead giants could break through the domes. Without a soul, or much of a soul anyway, there wasn't much stopping them getting through.
Cracks had already started to appear all along the surface of the translucent shield, dread being in the pit of all of their stomachs.
CRASH
a crack along the surface near the top of the dome opened up, and soon the rest of the dom followed.
"FUCK!" Bulkian shouted as his punching sped up, smashing two beasts at a time.
Soon monsters starting entering the dome from all angles.
They knew that this spot would be a weak spot due to being where it was cast. Now they weren't sure where the enemy could come from.
They were surrounded, and the only way out was destined to be a slaughter.
"So much precious blood being spilt. you guys never learn your lesson." the voice sounded as if it was right nect to their ears, the wickedness of the man behind it not being hidden in the snide way he spoke.
Atop the back of a zombiefied horse sat the man that many hated. A black cloak bellowing behind him, a sword at his waist, his green eyes sparking with power, a shit eating grin upon his face, and his golden crown firmly atop his head. Lord Ronald Greed of House Weasley. The man that betrayed everyone in the Great Army.
"I'm suprised you're all still alive. Oh! Hey bro! seen any squashed brothers recently?" he asked, his grin wider.
"I'm finally gonna kill the man that murdered my entire family." King spat, his magic brimming to the surface.
They all prepared themselves, for they knew that a duel with Greed... Would be a tricky one to win, but they all knew that Ron Weasley had died years ago.