Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Chapter Twelve: Spiritual Warfare



The master wizard slowly rose from his slumber. "Ugh, my aching head!" he groaned. "I'm lucky to be alive but I'm no closer to stopping the sorcerer." He decided to look up Tobin's Spirit Guide in the archives. "I remember he was wearing a certain type of necklace..."



Taking a book from his massive shelves, Balin sat down at his desk.



Meanwhile, the sun hadn't even peeked over the horizon and the servant hadn't even arrived from the village when Alys got up to fix herself a bear stew. Today would be a crucial day in their fight against Malus, she decided. Either his army was going to enter Arkovia or her forces were going to find a way to hold them off.



She changed out of her regal raiments into an older walking dress, and merely fastened her hair back in a band while leaving the castle to meet with her spirit army.



She liked walking through Arkovia somewhat incognito, and openly wondered if her subjects would actually recognize her dressed this way.



After nearly an hour's walk from the castle she had crossed the Swift River Bridge between the castle and the adjacent village.



Another hour's walk and she had reached the fortified wall, and had been joined by Laurel, the royal physician.



She spotted her trusty build master, Jesse, who she had given command of this mission to. "Majesty," Jesse bowed.
"We have to hold off Malus' army at the river," she said, joining him and the rest of the troops on the other side of the fortified wall.
Alys' ambush of the spirit army went better than expected. Her forces were able to significantly slow down the forward progress of the army. "I hope Magus Balin has figured out a way to stop the sorcerer." she wondered.

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