Minerva gathered the soldiers around the tent, booming orders. Her little sister Maria sat beside her talking with a few of her friends. The whole rebellion would be setting up camp for the night. The campsite was a large open circle with one pathway going in and one pathway leaving. It was surrounded by large trees. One side of the circle has a view of a lake. Some sat around the water, it shined brightly in the moonlight.
Barst, Cord and Draug ran around the camp helping others set up their tents. Setting them up is no easy task, it requires advanced skill and a lot of patience. The men quickly worked at their jobs as people thanked them. Minerva looks around in anticipation, her dragon quietly looking at her. After a few moments of searching, she gets off her dragon. Walking in Draug's direction, the men notice her approach. They anxiously waited for what orders she would give to them. "I believe that Marth should have arrived here by this time. Do you know where he could be?" looking at each of them. They shrugged their shoulders. Cord answers in his brisk manly voice "I remember Frey asking Bord to stay back while we would keep going. Maybe they had something to do with Prince Marth." All of them looked back at the entrance in which they arrived from. Cord points out to the entrance "They arrived!". The royalty and Bord were arriving together, talking amongst each other about something light-hearted. They were laughing as they entered camp. Marth and Bord's clothing is drenched in mud, A brown stain covered most of Marth's leggings. Bord's entire shirt was darkened. Cord and the others had no idea what had happened to them. Quickly, they rushed over to them "My lord! Are you alright?" they all asked in unison.
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That night, Cain. The Bull of the army, was severely injured in his right arm. A sudden accident happened to him in the woods as he was gathering food for the camp. His arm had a huge cut that gushed red thick blood. Dazed in a flash, he finds himself on the floor bleeding. The dark alarms him, his body was draining. Cain's loyal horse tucked it's nose into Cain's chest, waking him up. Pain strikes like piercing needles, he watches his blood spill out of his hands. Acting on his instincts, he grabs a large leaf from a nearby tree and bandages himself. He quickly gets on his horse and rides to safety, his head spinning, darkness surrounds him. Lying on the speeding horse he grasps its torso. Clinging onto life. The horse travels the pathway running for the light of the campsite. Cain hears shouting, he suspects that the camp is under attack. His body is overwhelmed, he fades away.
Bord and Draug ran inside the healers tent. Rising up and early to see the condition of their friend. Bursting through, they are met with silence. Maria sits next to Cain's stiff body, his lining under his eyes giving a blue expression. Bord's heart snapped, for he knew that Cain did not survive what happened to him. But Maria looks confident. " There is nothing to worry about, I can take care of him." Shocked but believing, they sat down next to her in anticipation. Waiting for her to do her magic. "I have never seen anyone do healing stuff before" Draug mentions as obnoxious as possible.
"SHHH ! Let her focus." Bord whispered. Maria brushed off these ignorant statements and started working on the body. "It will take a few minutes"-
