At the border between the kingdom of Jurlium and the kingdom of Maban sits two massive camps on either side. Both stretch for miles and in between them is quite literally a line drawn in the dirt. Like every day both sides have a line of solider on theirs side of the line ready to make a move or react to one. Unlike every day someone arrived at Jurlium's camp on a Yuril. If it was just a horse the other side would not be paying close attention but a Yuril was a hardy and fast creature. Something like that could reach the border from the capital of Jurlirum in a day and a half with breaks.
Whether it be for a show of force or to get news fast Maban's camp was on edge. The recruits who just got to the calm frontline exposed themselves from the way they gripped their weapons at the sight of Yuril while the veterans tried their hardest to gain insight on the unfolding situation. The recruits of the other side were not fairing any better as they also gripped their weapons like it was a lifeline just like the trainers taught them to. The veterans knew better gripping your weapon like that showed fear and the enemy would use that fear to antagonize you. They would taunt you show you they were ready let you despair that they were ready for you when you were not. The fear you had about when the battle will start will turn to how soon will you die by the enemy's hands but all of that was a trick that all the veterans of both sides used in reality neither side was ready no one was ready kingdoms surround both Jurlium and Maban and if they were to smell the flames of war they were sure to take advantage of it.
Jurlium's commander was sitting on his wooden chair taking a look at a notice that said he wasn't going to get a supply of armor or weapons anytime soon when someone pulled the flaps of his tent and stepped inside. He was going to punch the intruder if it was another complaining recruit that thought they could get away with complaining to him. He may be a commander but he was in no way weak you didn't get far in any kingdom if you were just a good strategist. Last week he got so annoyed with them he slapped one and the recruit is still unconscious now. It got the message across for a week but he might need to teach them again.
When he looked up from the notice his brows furrowed. He had never seen anyone like him in camp which either meant enemy or messenger. Ether of them would be bad news. Going by the letter in the person's hand it was a messenger not as bad as an enemy but still bad. Any letter that was sent with a person meant it was important even the notice he get was given to him by bird anyone could intercept that but person meant a horse or Reality forbid a Yuril. His thought went bad as he noticed the royal seal on the letter.
"How bad?" He questioned hiding the panic he felt. The messenger said nothing as he pointed to his throat which had a massive scar where his voice box was and handed over the letter. The commander broke out in a cold sweat as he grabbed it. When the messenger got that close the commander saw the sewing on the messenger's lips. Someone from the Deliverers. A group that prides itself so much on the secrecy that every member has their voice box removed and lips sewn up. There are rumors that say as a final test of loyalty they torture their members for three days before giving them the job of crossing an active volcano full of monsters and other members trying to get them to give up the fake letter they have to deliver before they taught them how to Crack. Every member had a box only they could open and was impervious to all types of attacks. They were trained in the art of escape shackles were toys in their hands and walls did not exist in their minds. Nothing could stop them from getting a letter where it was supposed to go and keeping the sender's information and directions from ever becoming information except after a job at that point it wasn't information they had to protect.
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There was only one reason the Jurilum would use one. It was information that could not leave the tent and if the commander reads the letter neither could he. Truth Seekers have been hanging around trying to keep a war from starting and if they get their hands on information they would shout it to the world because "The Truth wants to be heard". They could tell when you were lying and would force the truth out of you even if it was about the color of socks you were wearing and then they would tell the whole world.
The commander had to avoid them at all costs as soon as he reads this letter. By the time he got out of his thoughts, the Deliver was gone, he was covered in sweat, and the notice in his other hand was soaked. He slowly opened it trying not the break the royal seal before pulling out the paper within and reading.
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" Our Majesty the King has received backlash after attempting a Shattering I will not go into the detail but he has been put to sleep so he can heal the Queen is trying her best to keep order but it seems some nobles are tired of sitting on the edge of war and wants it to start Idiots. You are going to be reviving the second and third sons of those Idiots and they are going to want to try to start this war to get glory that would soon become pointless stop them the best you can at least till the king wakes up. The Queen Reality bless her doesn't hold enough power to get the Idiots to change their minds. The Queen has sent Toil to help you but he won't get to the border before the sons. I know the Truth Seekers are around so in the envelope has an item that can hide a single lie but be careful because if you use it too much They will come and that would be worse if the war actually started."
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After reading the letter blood drained from his face as he fumbled around in the envelope for his only lifeline. In the letter was a gray pearl the size of the commander's thumb and on the back of the note were instructions that told him to hold the pearl under his tongue and "absolutely do not swallow" three times and heavily underlined. The commander ate the note and envelope while shoving the pearl in his pants pocket. Then without leaving his tent called the second in command.
When he arrived it was underwhelming but it eased the commander's nerves. The cold sweat still plagued him but blood had returned to his face. He wiped it down with the notice still in his hand and took a long look at his second in command. He arrived a week ago with a stamped note from a trainer telling the commander all types of details about him. He was a mercenary that got arrested for something and then sent to the front lines. The most important thing about him was a Breaker and a strong one at that. One wouldn't think that about him but not all Breakers are all muscle and the only reason is they are is because of the Belief it gives them.
He was short had brown hair that didn't go past his face and had about as much muscle as a farmer who starved a couple of times. He looked focused when he stepped into the tent but the bags under his eyes betrayed him. He was barely awake. The one limit no Breaker got past was tiredness. No amount of Cracking or Shattering gave them more energy. They could rip a tree out of the ground with one hand or break a sword between their fingers or jump above trees or live without a head for hours but the limit of how much energy their body could hold never changed and Cracking was tiring work.
The commander could relate he was one and on multiple occasions spent days working on a single Fracture. Currently, he was working on one that should let him double the time he could live with lethal injuries. He should finish in a week but that is if he rushed and rushing is what got Breakers killed so more like a week and a half. He felt he could finally take it easy after this Cracking but the letter threw that out the window.
"You wanted me?" Echoed in the commander's head before he got out of his thoughts. He put on his stoic face to address his second making sure he was not shaking. He couldn't tell his second what was going on so, "Yes I want you to hammer down on the recruits that come in keep them busy teach them whatever you learn except Cracking we need better than what the trainers are giving us."