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The doomed group of Eletians, elves and humans stood on the edge of Eletia. They were dressed ready for war. Karigan, Ealdaen, Telagioth and Santanara each wore swords or sabers on their hips. The Eletians had a bigger range of weapons.
Drandamir had a long sword and a short knife. Helmond had two axes and a bow. Annora had two short knives she'd been practicing with.
The Eletains were in peal armor and the Elves were in the most gorgeous armor, made out of a metal no one could name.
Karigan stared at Annora's gorgeous armor that she wore. It looked as hard as dragon scales yet she didn't seem weighed down by it. It only covered her torso leaving the rest of her able to move easily without being hindered by the weight.
Karigan however was wearing what she wore into Blackveil. Her uniform was ripped and browner than the original green. Her right trouser leg was shredded and covered in dried blood and her sleeve was covered in some gross black sticky substance.
"Karigan are you planning to go up against Mornhavon in that?" King Santanara asked her sarcastically.
"Umm, yeah I, this is all I have." Karigan told him.
Santanara smiled. "With one swipe he'll kill you easily."
Karigan looked at the ground and shrugged. She was probably the most vulnerable one of the group at the moment.
"Come with me. I have some armor you can borrow." Santanara walked off and she had no choice but to follow the King.
He led her away from the others and through a small clearing towards a stone cairn.
Karigan stopped in her tracks. "You're taking me to a tomb?"
A smile played on Santanara's face. "This is a shrine and not a tomb. You won't find a dead body in there."
He pushed one of the big rocks aside, with the help of Karigan, and they descended into the ground.
The reached a round room. It wasn't dark or damp though. Green pearlescent armor was spread out on an altar in the middle of the room. Images were painted around the walls. Images of horses flying and leaping with their riders wielding sabers.
A name was written on the wall above the head of the armor.
Lil Ambriodhe
"This was her armor?" Karigan stared wide eyed at the ancient relic.
"She wore it to battle near the end of the war. She wore it with pride and dignity. I'm sure she'd like you to have it. It was given to her because Mornhavon had a special hatred for her. She was the only person able to get me close enough to Mornhavon to kill him." Santanara told her.
"If you don't mind answering, how did she die? No matter who I ask no one can answer me." Karigan picked up part of the armor and stared at it.
"Lil didn't die in childbirth as some of the recent historians think. Her child died but she recovered. After the war ended she was broken." Santanara's voice was one full of sadness. "She couldn't continue on as part of the Green Riders. All the death and carnage and pain she'd been through had finally got to her. All the people she'd killed, all the people who'd died under her command, all the friends she'd lost. It finally got to her. She was broken." He shrugged.
"King Jonaeus was very upset when she refused to marry him, but he loved her and he could see the devastation in her eyes and let her go. She went to the Black Islands to hide and to escape. There, after years of staring at the sun, she fell in love again. She fell for a man named Henry Gray."
Karigan gasped.
"Yep, you are related to the great Lil Ambroide. Funny how her ancestor and Hadriax's ancestor were married." Santanara smiled. "Once all this is over you should find out more about your past."
"Probably." Karigan muttered.
"This armor belongs to you. Wear it with pride and we may survive this battle." Santanara left her in the shrine with her ancestor's armor.
When Karigan walked back to the group everyone stared.
She was wearing green armor just like that of the Eletians. Annora wished she could be half as confident as Karigan looked.
Karigan looked strong, confident, beautiful, smart and brave. There was a reason she was a knight.
The Eletian council had come out to wave them off. Annora despised them horribly. They were laughing and chatting while she and her new friends were trying not to freak out.
"Everyone ready?" Santanara asked the group.
They all muttered yeses and maybes and why nots.
"Well let's go." Santanara started to lead the group into the trees and towards the direction of Sacor city. It would take them a couple of days to get there and they'd have to travel hard.
"Good bye and good luck." Prince Jametari called from behind them.
Annora couldn't help it. She turned on her heels and addressed the Eletians.
"The least you could do is sound sincere as you wave us off to our death. You are all happy to see us go and I understand that, but the fact is that you're acting like children playing imaginary games, and not Eletian children, human children. You're mean to be immortal. You are meant to be brave warriors who fight for what is right and help defeat evil, but instead you hide behind others. Hoping that they succeed. Part of me wants us to fail so you guys have to save yourselves, but because you will fail and doom the world, we need to succeed."
"I'm not going to pretend that I know everything about the war between our two people but I understand why we fought you like we did. It's because you're cowards. You exile the people with real ideas and you're all about personal gain. Like court intrigue." Annora glared at them. "I know that not all Eletians are like you but because you're the ones in power they get repressed."
"I suggest you change your strategy Jametari because when King Santanara gets back you will never win the people over."
Annora took a deep breath and smiled sweetly at him. Prince Jametari couldn't help but think she looked gorgeous.
"Goodbye and good luck." She blew him a kiss and then turned and they walked off.
The Prince and his court stared at the retreating back of the Elf Princess.
"I don't know about you guys, but I reckon she's right. What's your new plan Jametari?" One joked. "You going to try and pick yourself out of the tomb you and your son dug? Don't worry Grea will defend you. Oh wait, you sent her to her death." The Eletians glared at the Prince and walked back into Eletia, all planning their speeches of apology to the King and Elvish Princess.
"What?" Annora asked King Santanara. He had been watching her closely ever since she'd yelled at the Eletians.
Santanara just smiled.
"They were being stupid and needed someone to tell them." Annora shrugged.
"Personally I don't have the bravery to do something like that." He smiled.
Annora decided that she liked his smile. It was a sweet, happy one. It was one which said he was happy to be alive.
Annora smiled back at him.
The group walked in silence in the direction of the castle. It would take a human days to walk from Eletia to Sacor city but they had less time.
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