“Peace child. If it was not you and your sister, then Kana would have found another way to achieve her wicked designs. You have done that which you thought was right. You can still turn away from the path of destruction that you are on.” There was an unexpected tenderness in his voice. He made her yearn for his forgiveness. That thought alone was disturbing to her. She never felt an inclination to seek another’s forgiveness.
“You are right…but how am I to atone for my choices?” asked Kishi with a downcast look at the now still tub water in front of her. She had finally relaxed now that the truth was clear to her and that it was apparent that the guardian was not there to exact revenge or some other price.
“First and foremost, do not continue to entertain the deadly thoughts in your mind…harming yourself will not help anyone at this point. Second, you should decide for yourself what you should do…I am not your father nor do I have any stewardship over you. Lastly, I would suggest a more stringent guard surrounding you at all times…the good general is a bit of a fanatic where you are concerned.” Even though he made it clear that his visit had to be short, he was still taking the time necessary to ensure that Kishi understood everything that had happened.
“Well, you certainly have given me a great deal to think about. Thank you for not punishing yet and for giving me this chance to understand. I promise to make amends for all that I have done or have been involved in.” She sat up fully in the tub and bowed her head slightly with her hands put together in a prayer like manner toward Lord Adair…forgetting her upper part of her torso was now completely exposed. Adair averted his eyes and vanished with a faint pop. The mist that had encompassed the room dissipated immediately after his abrupt departure. As Kishi sat in the tub with her chest above the water, she realized her foolishness and quickly covered her body with soap even though nobody was in the tent. Her face flushed red as she belatedly realized her lapse in judgment. Her embarrassment was quickly replaced with relief because she now knew what to do.
The high elven queen exited the tub and dried her soapy wet body. She felt foolish about her interaction with the head of the guardians; however, she now had a great deal to do. In some way she felt that her end was near, but today was not her time to leave the living world behind. She was not afraid anymore…she knew what she needed to do. She quickly dressed and then got into her battle armor…selecting a wide range of deadly weapons to take with her. Many of these instruments of death were magically enhanced and some were even covered with poison. She grabbed her war staff as she left the central tent. Her guards did not know what to do when they saw her because she had not ventured outside in weeks. They clumsily saluted their queen and then stiffened at attention when they saw that she was dressed for battle.
“Assemble the troops…it is time to change our stratagem” said their queen with a steely glint in her cold eyes. There was a magical aura around her as she strode into a circle of guards outside her tent. She walked with great confidence…full of purpose. Her magic was radiating out in waves from her.
“As you command” replied the guards in unison. They had recovered from the surprise appearance of their queen with the help from Kishi’s magic. They marched off with full of purpose as they went about the task of assembling what was left of the high elven contingent in the north.
“It is good to see you outside my queen” said one of her guards with an appreciative grin. The soldiers surrounding her tent bowed lowed and started to lead the way to a stand where Kishi could address the troops.
Kishi started to ponder how she should approach the contingent and subsequently her subjects with the new direction. She knew that her change of heart would take some serious explaining and she certainly owed that to the high elves. Her greatest concern was with the volatile Lord Dukker who was currently trying to rally the contingency in the south. His inability to defeat the forces there had driven him to the breaking point. Kana was not all that pleased with his lack of success, so he was even more driven. She knew that her oldest friend may be the one to take her change of heart with the greatest skepticism…not to mention the possible lethal backlash.
Queen Kishi stood silently on a platform that she had used to give inspirational speeches or to go over battle plans some weeks ago. Her troops crammed into the spaces they could and waited for her to speak. As she looked closely at the elves many were bloodied and gaunt from the prolonged struggle with General Yukio and his men. Her soldiers had tangled with the giants and had come out on the losing end of those interactions. She noticed that their numbers had dwindled considerably since the beginning of her bloody campaign. Her heart ached at the thought of the lives lost because of her impertinence. She quickly came out of the moment of self-loathing to look confidently at her fellow high elves. We are still elves…hopefully our brethren will accept us even after all we have done.
“I have summoned you all here today to discuss a very serious topic…one that is long overdue” Kishi began stoically. Her color had finally come back to her as she looked at the crowd in front of her. She continued to use her magic to calm the troops while bolstering her confidence. “I have been thinking about the events that have led us to our current predicament. We have been wronged, in that there is no doubt. However, we have also been in the wrong. In the beginning the intentions of my dear sister were honorable and full of promise. Then she died…killed by Kana’s manipulation of a good man and friend to us all. I have been shown the last moments of Kira’s life and what I saw has revealed to me the duplicitous nature of the fallen guardian! We have been blindly following someone who has not had our interests at heart. Well, this is what I have to say about that…no more!” She slammed her right fist into her left palm which produced sparks.
Her declaration was met with shouts of joy, or relief, she could not be sure. She had expected opposition or even muttering. She smiled warmly for the first time in over a year as she spread her arms toward her valiant soldiers. Though the sun had set, the area around the high elven camp was flooded with light. The dark visages in the crowd faded and were replaced by smiling faces. The blood lust was taken from them and they looked once more like the fair people they had once been. Their skin was still slightly darker than their woodland brothers because of their time spent in the mountains. This was obviously a gift from Lord Adair.
“My joy is full like it has never been before. Let us redirect our vengeance upon those who are truly responsible for our mutual loss. Send messengers to our fellow high elves in the south…tell them to prepare for our arrival.” She beamed at her soldiers with knew found purpose and drive. She was very pleased at how readily her abrupt change in heart was accepted.
“What of the orcs…what should we tell them?” asked one of her guard. It was clear that many shared his apprehension toward their unlikely ally. They all knew that they too had been manipulated by Kana; however, they would fight on for the sake of fighting. They had been given a chance to exact revenge and they would not simply walk away from it now that they had recognized the fallen guardian’s treachery.
“Nothing…they will figure it out eventually…actually, I have a better idea” the queen said with a wicked grin. She motioned to her commanders to come closer to the stage. They huddled together for a few moments discussing something very intently. As they stood apart once more, one of the commanders whistled for a horse. He quickly mounted the beast and was gone. He was heading towards North Gate with a white flag hanging from a spear.
“Are we surrendering?” asked one of the soldiers from the ranks. A wave of unease swept over the troops at this question. They were not sure that General Yukio was a forgiving kind of man. His blood lust and extreme magical prowess had made him someone to be feared. They were not sure they could trust that particular man after what had happened at their mountain homes months before.