“Time to go.”
50
The moment Casimir stepped out of the tent and into the rain, he assumed his role as general. As terrified as he was of Ava’s task, he had to stay focused and be prepared for anything. Getting distracted by her would only risk his life and the others around him.
Good,Aro said.You’re much calmer now.
“It’s time we end this. Any word on where Andras is?”
Not yet.
Casimir, Raine, Pax and Jorrar were to stay close to Ava, in charge of her safety as they practically dangled her out in the open like a lure. Casimir loathed the plan.
The rest of the royalty and leaders were to be spread among their forces, commanding units where they could. But it wouldn’t be as organized as it needed to be. Because now they wouldn’t be able to march in straight formations like they’d originally planned. There would be no structured lines or methodical warfare.
They were surrounded.
Standing their ground and attempting to break through wastheir only option. They could not let the daemons advance or they’d be trapped and at their mercy.
Tents were swiftly torn down, piled together to allow for as much room to fight as possible. Casimir ordered a company of soldiers to remain guarding the healers’ quarters, raising rocks and vines to provide a barrier for protection.
Soldiers sprinted through camp. Leaders barked orders, preparing for battle. Fires were doused—though few had remained due to the rain. Weapons were gathered, armor donned.
While it appeared chaotic, they rallied and organized their forces quicker than Casimir thought them capable. His heart swelled with pride at the tenacity of his soldiers.
Adjusting his sword, Casimir marched forward, scanning for the approaching enemies.
They’re about a quarter of a mile away,Aro said, ambling up beside him along with Sabriel and Luna.
“That’s much too close.”
I know.
“Luna’s fighting?”Casimir asked, eyes catching on Ava’s feline companion.
She won’t leave Ava’s side. Though she’s small, she’s quick. She’ll be alright.
Casimir knelt, scratching behind Luna’s ears. “Watch over her,” he said softly. She purred and chirruped, rubbing his hand.
Rising, he said, “Let’s go. Spread the word to the others. We meet them where they are now. Do not let them advance any further.”
They were off, marching in a curved line. Swords were held high, bowstrings pulled taut, hands raised, prepared to release their magic. Dozens of animal companions accompanied them, following their partners into battle. Panthers, bears, wolves andeven several large reptiles stayed close, baring their teeth in anticipation.
Desmond strode up beside Casimir, hand on his sword. Arda was curled around his neck, preparing to spy and feed the group information on Andras’ whereabouts.
“Are you ready?” Casimir asked.
“I am.”
It didn’t take long for them to reach the edge of camp. Casimir paused, turning toward his men. The rain had shifted to a chill mist, coating their weapons and armor in moisture, drops sparkling like stars under the moonlight.
“Though this isn’t what we originally planned, we will not fail to protect our own. We will not falter. Do not question your abilities.” He marched back and forth, hands behind his back. “We do this not for glory or honor. But for our loved ones. For our home. For our world.” He unsheathed his sword, raising it high, heart racing with adrenaline. “For Eorhan!”
The same speech was being made by the other leaders, boosting morale and urging their forces on. Thousands of shouts echoed back, chanting those words.
“For Eorhan!”
Swords were slammed against armor, soldiers beating their chests with zeal. A fervent drumbeat of vengeance, retribution. For all the fae who’d been lost in the throes of conflict.
