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The arrows roared overhead. The sound of thunder could be heard deep beyond the walls of the keep. As the attackers loaded and readied another volley, a lone figure moves towards the wall. With skill they climb up and over, vanishing into the certain and soon bloody death.
“Who was that?!” The bloodied captain asks as he hobbles to a position to avoid more arrows as they fly over the walls.
A soldier, far too you young for combat blinks and grimaces favoring the wound in his side as he answers. “Sir, I’m, I’m not sure but I think it was her.”
“Well, who the hell is “her”? If you haven’t noticed playing guessing games isn’t on the top of my list right now. I want to know who the hell just hoped that wall and committed suicide. Who the hell took the easy way out?!?”
The soldier answers half heartedly as if he would be in trouble for the reply. “Sir, it was Radha…”
“Blessed be the Green Mother. She came back.”
For weeks she had followed the signs that took her far from the Keep into the deep forest. The first clues were in the trees. Their leaves slightly turned and twisted. Most would never see this and that was fine. She knew that only a precious few could understand and sense the change that was near. This was her birthright and not to be understood by all. From the trees she then saw signs in the waters, the birds, the creatures of the forest. Nature itself was pulling inward to protect herself from the coming storm. All things pointed towards war on the horizon. Radha was no stranger to war nor did she fear it. She was born in battle and raised in strife. Her first words were a battlecry and her first toys the tools of combat. What she feared most was the peace that would follow. Would it be a peace forged from an understanding or a peace made from the slaughter of people. As a Red Warden she knew that she walked a thin line between two worlds. She understood that the battle that raged in her and the peace she was born to protect would mean quick actions, tough choices and the skill of hundreds of warriors. When she arrived back at the keep the beginnings of the fighting had already begun. She felt she was not too late and in her mind, she still had a chance.
She moved through the lanes of the Keep. Her body growing tense and at the ready for an attack. But her fight would not be by the side of her brothers and sisters. Her fight would in a much more deadly place. Radha did not fight wars, she ended them. And if her moves today were perfect, if her aim true, then she could stop this one before it truly began.
The ranks of the enemy were strong. They came prepared to wash over the Keep in a wave of strength they could not withstand. Their first attacks designed to weaken and strangle the fight out of them then they would rush the walls of the Keep and take no prisoners. Radha made it deep pas the front lines. Her sword deflecting arrows, her foot finding home in the legs and ribs of those who would move to stop her. She used her half blade only to disable, not kill the countless warriors that dared challenge her advance. Within frighteningly few moments she was near the inner ranks. Near the leader of the group. As she saw him she made her choice. No amount of talking would bring this conflict to a livable end. She made peace within herself and did what she had to do.
“Shes mine!” Yelled Gahrl as he moved quickly towards his would be attacker. His shield raised high to block her sword slash but also to push her back. He would use his defense as his weapon. To him, they were one in the same and he followed through with a mighty downward push to knock her off balance. Radha stiffened her back and pivoted to turn the attack to her side. Hoping to open up his left side to a deadly blow. Gahrl, no stranger to elven dirty fighting, instinctively defends himself with a turn into her. His knee lands in her ribs as he tries to grapple her sword hand and finish the scuffle. He digs a thumb into her neck and forces her to recoil in pain. Nearly destroying the nerves there with his unnatural grip, he succeeds in making her break the grapple. He draws his sword and sees the slight smile upon her face. Radha smiles because she knows that now they fight her fight. Sword against sword, there was nothing that walked on two legs in the forest that could best her. Gahrl charges and with a swift turn and swing down. The Half Sword of the Burning Tree cleaves the head of Gahrl, Warlord of the Five Nations.
A hush falls over the crowd that has gathered. A foolish warrior draws his blade and takes a step forward.
“Run home cur, I have already taken your masters head, don’t make me trash you with it. Now, I will speak to the next in line to be in Warlord and discuss your terms of a treaty. Today this war ends, before it starts.”