“When you get a wife, you can tell her what she should feed you. But as long as I’m your mom, you will eat what I give, understood?” the harsh words a child hears, the face of disobedience as the little body of the boy holds the wisdom of the world.
With only a week until the march north, people are gathering in Thranes. For war and safety, people are trying to move forward from the dark world that has enveloped them. In order to do so, one more must die for his sins, and for his death, tens of thousands march.
Inside the castle, some of the First Six are expected to arrive. Elde the Prosperous, Kinak the Harvester and Uel the Stone Maiden are first to arrive. Then, Mou should reach the capital armed with constructs of war, which Hran forced him to build. Mou didn’t want to spend his time making creations which would bring destruction, for his purpose was to build, but had made an agreement to make those machines of war in order to deal with the Foolish King, were he to defeat Hran and the others. Eve was in charge of an expedition upon the sea. She was supposed to arrive two weeks prior to the meeting, but due to hars conditions on the sea, and an unprecedented amount of monsters lurking in the depths, she got stranded on some island south west from where Domaire was. They would’ve like for all of them to confront the one to go against humanity and the creation as a whole, but given the limited period of time they would have before the Foolish King would notice their movements, they had no choice but to go without her.
The plan was to march from Thranes with the combined armies of Amouldes and Kinlakes, their armies brought by Mou and Kinak. Then, Mou would cease command of his armies to Hran, and Kinak would join as a general, Hran being the great general. Some words have been spoken of a couple esteemed dragons joining the efforts, but were mere rumours, which proved to be nothing more than poor man’s joke. In the castle, while everything was getting turned upside down to prepare the place for the gathering of thes historic figures, Amel stood closed up in his room like he usually does. The Prima progress had been going far better than he predicted, able to perform against two hundred constructs, as a new system he implemented thanks to some sort of crystals brought from a far away land, meant that at their full strength, these constructs would be able to become a sizeable force. Amel also made use of these crystals in Omega, allowing it better understanding of its surroundings and how to maneuvre without Amel telling it so much how. This took a huge burden off of his mind, which he could allocate to making even more constructs.
By the end of the two months which have been allowed to him to raise a two thousand strong men equivalent army, he had ready an estimative force of fifty thousand. This would make the current war power which the Fist Six have gathered, be doubled. But, since the request was for two thousand, and he obviously exceeded that number by a lot, he wasn’t going to use the full force he had in store. Far from it, he would only use a fifth, or around three thousand of the fifteen thousand constructs he had prepared. This was in order to not make it seem like those materials he had been given, simply vanished, while not looking like he was gaining too much power. Afterall, if he wanted, he could take over the city. And while Hran was strong, he became much stronger in that short amount of time. The thought of making such a huge uproar delighted his dark humour and criminal past, but would leave it as nothing more than a bad joke inisde of his head, something which no one had to listen to.
Meanwhile, Femel had managed to fight and even injure Hran II once during those two months, their final bout approaching as in a week they would leave. Femel wasn’t promoted any rank, as his skills in strategy were thought to be less than desirable. But since people liked him and his skills in combat were undeniable, a special kind of unit was assembled for him. Those like him, who didn’t fit in with the rest, but still had huge talent, were part of an experimental unit which Hran had wanted to implement since a while back. This unit wouldn’t be able to be measured by the enemy in terms of strength, since the individual might and skill varied a lot by comparison with the rest of the army. If this unit failed in combat to perform better than the average ones, they would be dismantles and dismissed from the army, unless they were happy to serve as soldiers. And since these people wanted glory for themselves and such, nothing short of commander or general would suffice for them.
One by one, as the days of the last week would pass by, armies from the south would come up north. The armies from Kinlakes arrived first, people who didn’t seem to have held a weapon in their hands in their lifetime, appeared by the thousands, with Kinak as their leader. Kinak was a tall man, shorter than Mou and Hran, but taller than all the others. Long, golden hair, blue eyes and strong, large muscles represented the man who revolutionised agriculture and has established the main source of food for all the other kingdoms. While his army didn’t have proper training or order, those which came to fight, were prepared to give their lives for the lands which they loved.
A day later, the armies of Amouldes would come in thousands, in contrast to the twenty thousand strong of Kinlakes. But where they lacked in numbers, they had in quality as the people of Amouldes were better suited for combat. Led by the largest of the First Six, and the one to establish the concepts of architecture and structure, Mou was leading his armies, aided by the five hundred constructs, each made with the purpose of killing and destroying. It was something Mou couldn’t be proud of, but since it was needed, he provided, like he always did for his siblings. The man who stood at little over ten metres in height, taller than even some Lightborn, with the frame of a clawbear and the features of a beast, he led his people with strict rules. A few dozen people have been killed along the way, for petty crimes like gambling and fighting. When his armies arrived in the capital, their strict attitudes and straightforward way of thinking, made even those in Thranes doubt the effects of their discipline, as these men, who have never been trained in the army like they were, possessed a certain kind of air about them, that sent shivers down the spine. Behind them, tall, fifteen to twenty metres constructs, armed and prepared for the sole purpose of killing, followed, looming over all the people around them.
Femel would watch with his unit of a hundred men and women, how these armies entered the capital, Hran and Kinak, who arrived prior, preparing to welcome them at the gates of the inner walls. The soldiers lined up, behind them the constructs too. On top of the inner wall, Amel stood and watched with a large smile what was his greatest fear for his childhood and part of his teenagehood. Mou didn’t notice him at first, his eyes set upon the people around him, able to read their nature based on their light, and how bright or dim it was. Then, he would set his eyes straight upon Femel, who didn’t have a light. At first, he thought it was just that dim, a wretched soul that would get his judgement once he made sure. But there simply wasn’t a light, what’s more, the young man stood head and shoulders above everyone else.
Mou stopped before him, climbing down his large construct that was moving him, some placing themselves below his feet, so he could step with ease. All the people nearby dropped to their knees, so did Femel and his unit. They learned manners, and were applying them, so not to attract attention. Mou ordered him to stand up and said “Who are you, wolf between sheep?”. The question confused everyone, but him and Amel who was getting the information through his constructs. Since his Prima were partly done, he had hidden a bunch below, in the sewers. If Mou was going to try something, he would have the Prima intercept him, then he would send in Omega. Even if Mou was one of the First Six, he was no Hran or Kinak. His purpose was to build, and his constructs, were doing the heavy lifting, while Amel knew how to kill and get around and out of hard places.
Femel had his senses sharpened to the highest degree as he fought Hran II the past two months. Able to draw the whole strength of the man following in throne, Femel felt confident that he could escape if things escalated. His body was also resistant to high degrees of light by then, so even if Mou tried something on him, his body could take it. “I’m no wolf, Sire, but a mere soldier, waiting for his purpose in battle,” Amel smiled from up above where he stood. Those words came from an old book, written by Hran himself in the days of the beasts, when the lands were still much wild.
“You are no soldier, fool. You are but a tool, which my foolish brother dares use against my better judgement. Not only that, but he also thinks the tool cannot raise against the one who wields it,” Mou approached him, people scattering out of his way. Femel didn’t flinch, he stood below the giant, which Mou felt like putin him under his shoe and squeeze the life out of, a mercy he thought. “I know though, how the hammer can hit the finger, and how the blade can cut the flesh if not used properly. Tell me tool, did your master use you well?”. While the exchange made Amel want to drop down and send his Prima after him, he calmed down, knew that Mou was trying to get a reaction out of him, so he would have an excuse to punish, in his eyes, the inexcusable criminal.
“I am the tool without will, the one which makes without being asked, and the one who kills, without being told who,” he then stared sharply in the eyes of the giant. Mou didn’t like his response, this defiance which the young man had, not something he wanted around him. But, he had to leave him alone, as the day was long enough with all the travelling, and his soldiers had to be stressed after all the strict rules he had set in place. So, he sat back upon the two constructs which carried him around, looking at Femel with disgust, which Femel replied with a slight smile.
Once Mou reached the inner walls and gates, he was welcomed by a few units which Hran and Kinak had prepared. However, his brothers would be of lesser interest, as he saw the one which he had wanted dead since twelve years ago, the one who constantly defied him and went along the grain. The only one, who unfortunately, in Mou’s mind, shared the same talents as him. He thought many long night how the child could be one of his. The most abominable creation after the Foolish King, might’ve been of his making. He didn’t want to look at him, that abomination. But the little creature not only stared at him, it smiled. The smile which defied him and challenged his authority. The little thing knew he couldn’t do anything to him, yet, so it enjoyed the sight. To further madden him, Amel showed one of his constructs, pulling out a knife from under its body and killing a rat in front of Mou. Most people didn’t notice Amel, those who did, thought he must be messing around. To Mou however, him killing the rat, showed the little, or rather lack of respect that thing had for him.
‘Do something, I dare you,’ Amel thought in his head, while making simulations for what his reactions may be and result into. Not knowing the extent of his strength was something he couldn’t account for, but the constructs he had with him, he spied on them ever since the left Amouldes. He was able to finally get a close look at them when unused when Mou was sleeping or resting. One huge disadvantage which his constructs had, was that, the more complex and more input they needed from him, the more it drained him and needed him to disperse his concentration. The same could be said for Amel too, but if Amel wanted, he could cut all lines of information with his constructs, and solely focus on recovering his energy. Further, Amel spent a long time developing system after system to deal with larger loads of information. While Mou could handle information as extensions of him through the bodies of his constructs, due to the limited amount of space he could get on a construct to engrave his runes upon, it meant he could only get so much information. All things combined, resulted in Amel being able to understand his constructs from the inside out. He knew all of their functions and how they worked, applying that information to the systems of his Prima, which he was confident could take out all of his constructs, and would have some Prima left after. This confidence wasn’t unfounded, as the Prima knew all about Mou’s constructs, were smaller and had ways to deal with a variety of enemies. Mou, not having to think about killing machines before, did a sloppy job, in Amel’s opinion, in building those constructs. Their sizes didn’t vary too much and they had similar weapons. If Mou had to do anything besides killing and destroying the enemy, then his constructs would be either too large or too heavy to be able to do anything else.
“Child, do you wish do die?” the threat coming from the giant man, made Amel smile even more. Hran and Hran II looked behind, saw Amel teasing Mou. Hran wanted to intervene, but was stopped by Mou’s palm, extended in front of him. “Why do you not have a leash on him, brother?” he looked at Hran, animosity for Amel clear on his face.
“Are you afraid that I will bite you?” Amel wasn’t himself, the two could tell, they wondered what was going through his head. Amel remembered each cold night, each hunt for them that was sent from the city. Even when they tried to live by the lake and hunt instead of stealing food, the soldiers would come for them, at the orders of Mou to punish the criminals. While he didn’t want to fight or kill Mou, since he read and knew about the commandments, he was also not going to let this chance escape. For all the misery he had been through, he wanted to show it to Mou. See what his cruelty has done to a little soul that was seeking refuge and help. Had Mou tried to help instead of killing those which did wrong, what stood before him, might’ve not beene brought to life. But it was too late for Mou to regret it, twelve years too late. Amel stood straight, let the smile go down in a neutral manner.
Mou watched the young man, once he straightened, something changed. It was asa if his mind turned from off to on. He didn’t know, but Amel let his mind not be enhanced by the light for some time, so he could show Mou what he created through his harshness. Mou was disgusted by the presence of the young man, repulsed and wanted to kill him like he did many other criminals. But, once those eyes stared into his, he felt as if he didn’t know something. A missing piece that he didn’t have, which made his mind question wether or not it was right for him to hate the little human before him. As he was thinking, he saw the eyes of the young man glow, he didn’t know how capable he was, but understood from report from Tainas that the boy was in control of a giant constructs. While he knew himself capable of something similar, proof by his fifteen metres tall ones, he couldn’t figure uses for such large ones. What could one wish for, that they needed such large hand? Amel then climbed down. He was asked by Hran to present his progress in front of Mou, to prove that he was worth adding to the army. Hran wanted to beat him senseless for his actions, but when he saw him walk and move, he felt as if time stopped for a moment. He rubbed his eyes, in just two months, he didn’t realise just how much his light had grown. The provided environment, allowed Amel’s abilities, skills and genius developed in the harshest conditions, to flourish beyond belief.
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“Your Majesty,” Amel turned towards Hran. Then Kinak, who had spent a bit of time with Femel, since Keneok put such a good word in for him. He then turned towards Mou, bowed before him, which Mou didn’t even consider after the farce. With a gesture of his hand, not that he needed it, he wanted to pose looking empowered, Primas appeared behind Mou and between his constructs. With another wave, all of Mou’s constructs have been disabled in a matter of seconds. Everyone looked around panicked, but Amel quickly calmed things down by reenabling them. What he did to them, was to infuse his light into the runes with complex instructions from the Prima. The reason Mou’s constructs stopped, was because of conflicts which the simple runes of Mou, had to deal with in direct assault from the complex light infused orders of the Primas.
Amel wasn’t done yet, waved his hand and on top of the roofs, filling them to the brim, then from the sewers, ten thousand constructs appeared. They were all hidden in the empty houses, which people had left to fill the streets and see the soldiers, and in the sewers below them, pouring out like a horde of animals. Everyone was at a loss of words, Hran and Hran II as well. Then, with a final gesture, the ground shook, and from outside the city, Omega made its way inside, crossing with a large jump from one side to another. The crash was partly supported by the join constructs, built of folded steel and black steel, only barely cracking the ground. Omega went inside the inner walls and looked at every person that was present. That was the one Mou was most curious about, but with the Primas present and the other ten thousand constructs, he didn’t know what to think. He was told that Hran wouldn’t allow him to grow more than he had to, but instead, those two seemed to have been allowed to do as pleased. Amel growing to be the largest problem he had ever seen, as alone, he had a strength comparable to that of two kingdoms. While he had presented the large volume of constructs, the had many more in store, which he hid in other places, so in case of anything, he would invade the city, kill all the armies and run away. He accounted for every possibility, and knew with three of the First Six there, he would have trouble, so he wouldn’t spare any single of his constructs in order to defeat at least one of them.
Amel bowed again, “Your Majesty, the product of my work,” he raised his hand, the glow inside his eyes gone and a smile on his face, “I hope you like it.”.
Once everything calmed, the armies settled and the three brothers inside the castle, a meeting had commenced. “I told you not to allow him to become, like that,” Mou had protested, Amel present there as well, since he had a sizeable portion of the army under his control, so he had to know. He didn’t mind Mou’s words, he just didn’t like that Hran wasn’t standing up more for himself. He is supposed to be Hran the Mighty, leader of the military kingdom and capital. To him, it looked like the talk he was giving Femel at times.
“He became what I allowed him to,” he looked at Femel from above, “even if exceeded my expectations,” the table between them was a large rectangular one, where the map of East Amesion was. In the North, Ilianor, beyond the mountains, was the same in the west, where the Sedessi Dessert was, while in the east they were, Domaire. “Let’s focus on our plan instead. The war is at hand, and we haven’t had a proper war meeting,” Hran was trying to change focus from it, since he knew Mou would only talk about that.
“I told you I’m not interested in the war. I’m only providing you with my constructs because you wanted me to. But with him here,” he gave Amel a nasty look, the giants in that room making him feel out of place, if not for the other generals and commanders. “I’m surprised you even asked for my help. You saw what he did, he made short work of them,” the tension in the room was rising, as Amel basically humiliated Mou and showed in front of everyone else that he might be stronger than him, while only fifteen of age. Amel knew the kind of game he was playing, he ran a lot simulations between when he disabled the constructs and that point, based on his prior reaction to his taunts.
“As I said, outside my expectations,” Hran looked angry at Amel, but Amel was focused on the map. “What’s so interesting there?” it was a genuine question, since he knew that he must’ve had something in his mind.
“I was thinking, the Foolish King is sure to expect us to come for him, so” he pointed on the map, “if we come directly for him, he will wait for us inside, meaning the only way inside is an assault upon the city,” the other present were listening to him, which made Mou more upset, for he thought that the words of a criminal were worthless, even though he had nothing to contribute to the war meeting. “But the Foolish King is expecting you, the First Six, to arrive at his door, while me with my ten thousand constructs and Omega? He can’t know of those right?”. The other were starting to see what he was saying, his constructs were known only in the regions through which he travelled in with. And he was known to only have a few hundred at best, not tens of thousand. “So, if I split my forces, around a thousand to the main army, and nine thousand here, up the Ertver River. Then I could come from the pack, from the mountains and open the gates of the city from inside for your armies to get through.”.
While everyone thought it was a good idea, “And we’re supposed to entrust you with this?” Mou protested. “Weren’t you a thief for most of your life? What worth is your word to use? For all we know, you will dessert to the Foolish King and help him. Afterall, you have plenty of reasons to hate us, don’t you?”. While not wrong, those other present in the room, except for Kinak, knew Amel. They saw him night after night, plotting better and better weapons, designs and so on, all in order to kill something, someone. That which he wanted to kill, was far above them, the First Six, so there was no doubt in their hearts that, at least for this war, Amel would wish nothing more than to kill the Foolish King by his own two hands.
“You’ve been cruel to me, o builder of cities and kingdoms,” Amel looked Mou in the eyes, Mou swallowed dry. In his life, he never saw such hate, such unfiltered rage. Amel’s teeth clattered and his eyes were blood shot. “But do you have any idea what this man, and that monster, have taken from me? Made me suffer through? Don’t think so high of yourself, human,” something was changing in the air, Amel’s words almost sounding like curses. “We may be of the same seed, of the same light, but we are not the same. I’m the monster which will eat the other one, until nothing remains of either of us,” Mou fell silent, and so did the room.
The meeting would go on for some time longer, strategies and plans made for possible scenarios were made. In case the armies were going to fail, then Mou was to protect Thranes and all the people inside. Eve, if she was to return by the time the war starts, she would use the fleet to move the people of the six kingdoms, as many as possible, across the Beyond Sea in the Past Lands, so that some semblance of home hope could be attained.
After the initial war meeting was over, a huge celebration was held. In order for the soldiers and all those involved to relieve some stress, there were going to be two celebrations, one then and one after Uel would arrive.
Amel met with Femel after the meetings. He was holding the celebrations in another, more remote place, where him and his unit could be more at peace. Amel would join them, as his preparations were done for the war to come, and what laid ahead in the future. They talked about how their plans were coming to fruitions and what they would like to do. The hundred men and women of Femel’s command were listening intently, especially to Amel, who was so far never seen outside the inner walls of the castle. Some people were starting to think he was some illegitimate sone of either Hran or Mou, although that wouldn’t be possible. They laughed all night by drinking ale and talking of their past, present and future. Those present with them told them the simple dreams they had, what they wished to achieve and how they hoped they would die. Some of them were scared, fighting in a war was such a scary thing, that some have considered at some point dropping. But Femel would assure them that with him in the lead, not one of them will die. Amel told him to not say such stupid things, because he will then carry their burden. Femel argued he would carry all of their burdens if he had to, showing his large muscles in the process.
After a night full of laughter and good time, in which Amel could feel good for the first time since Winlakes, the morning came around. And with it, news of disaster would struck.
“Amel! Femel! Where are you boys!” the voice of their friend, Hran, was coming from inside the castle, the two boys and the hundred unit were all sleeping in a portion of grass, not going home that night. “There you are! Wake up you fools!” he slapped Femel first, when he tried to wake up Amel, a construct would pop up from under his clothes and try to stab Hran in the neck. While he was struggling with the construct, Amel came to his senses, hid mind not infused with the light for a brief few moments, then coming back to him. Once it did, it flooded him with information. He was used to it and treated it like a headache he had to deal with in the morning. Amongst all the information though, something would become of special interest. “Argh, damn this thing. Listen you boyd, Opel-”.
“Opeldes is falling,” Femel raised his eyebrows, while the other hundred people were waking up. Hran wondered how he knew, but Amel wouldn’t tell him, it might lead him to finding out of the other constructs he had in store. Opeldes was under attack from the Foolish King, his troops assaulting the city, and apparently have caught Elde’s troops on their way from a dilling exercise. Half were wiped out, while a quarter of the other half was injured. The city wouldn’t take more than a few days to fall, making it impossible for them to reach in time and save it. Ame, of course, had some constructs nearby, which he could use to help the city. But given the ten thousand strong monsters present, and not knowing how to deal with them, those two thousand which were there, wouldn’t do much. He had sent a good portion of his remaining constructs north. In case something was going to go wrong, he would have another plan to fall upon. However, seeing the deplorable state of Opeldes, he had to wonder if it were better for him to gather his army of constructs, and strike the Foolish King by himself, before he would become an issue no one could deal with.
“What do we do in this case?” Femel asked, waking up the others and starting to get his things ready. He was expecting them to march immediately.
“I don’t know, my father told me to get you two and some other generals, we’re going to have a meeting. I’m expecting, like you, that we’re going to leave as fast as possible.”. Amel didn’t like that idea. If they were to leave then, and arrive just after the Foolish King was done with the city, then he would know to expect them, and would hole up in the city, or keep the citizens captive.
Once the meeting began, everyone started to yell methods and actions they should take. Hran II was yelling with those men that they should leave Thranes at once, and go save Opeldes before it’s too late. Others have suggested to circle around, and capture Mouner for themselves, while fighting the Foolish King.
Something wasn’t good, and Amel could tell. Hran hasn’t spoken a word since the meeting began, and no one seemed to mention Eve. Who. although was stranded on an island, she wasn’t too far from Amouldes. He had to wonder, how could she get stranded on an island so close to them? He knew something was amiss, so he was going to bring it up, but Hran noticed him, and shushed him to be silent. Hran pointed him at the map, as the men were arguing. He showed him the island with one hand, then the Beyond Sea with the other. Hran then gestured at his ear, pulled it. Amel didn’t need much to understand it. He ran some simulations in his mind, interpreting the message in different ways, and one conclusion has arrived: Eve wasn’t on the island, but on the Beyond Sea, and people were listening, so silence was preferable. Or, in other words, the information of Eve being stranded, was fake, and it was known by Hran that some spy from the Foolish King must’ve been present. It couldn’t be Amel, since he just came to the conclusion that Eve shouldn’t be stranded, and was ready to reveal it to the whole council, Hran II not even so.
But that didn’t matter, what mattered was that reinforcements were on their way. And if they arrived soon enough, then with the three thousand or so strong from Opeldes, and the five thousand that travelled with Elde, they should be able to push the army of the Foolish King back. Hran would speak up at one point, and told them that they should wait, since a plan has already been set in motions. Amel watched the lights of everyone present, none wavered. Whoever the spy was, they could mask their light well, or didn’t possess one, much like Femel. While that would be more obvious, given that everyone has one, there were also those which had a dimmer light, thus it was possible to confuse them, and that would lead to some bad outcomes.
Amel didn’t notice anything suspicious, so he just kept on listening. Femel looked around, and saw a person being a bit stressed. Sweat on their forehead and eyes glancing left and right. He didn’t know what was wrong, but he went over and asked them. The person seemed to panic even more, and before he knew it, the person was starting to shake violently. The whole meeting room was watching the man, who looked in each other’s eyes. He was going to say something, but before he could, his belly would pop open and blood spew out of it with his guts. “Dark forces,” Hran said, as everyone stood in shock. He went and touched the man’s blood, tasted it and spat it. “Cruel poison to inflict on someone,” everyone was looking at the King, waiting for his wisdom or whatever could make the situation less worse. He didn’t give them wisdom, but courage “Listen you all. This is what our enemy does best. The Foolish King sent spies after us, people affected by poisons and disease, with their only hope for a cure being the cooperation with him,” the tension in the air transformed into heat, and Amel felt his heart pounding. Femel knew this feeling, he experienced it a lot of times while training with the generals, who made them stronger through their words. “But! We got our hands on the enemy’s throat! By luring him into a trap, we managed to distract the Foolish King with Opeldes, while Eve is heading right now with her fleet to intercept the Foolish King!” the words resounded throughout the room, and a gasp for air came from everyone present.
The men were riled after the speech, and were getting heated. They wanted to march right then and fight the Foolish King. But Hran II would come a portion of them down, as would Kinak and Mou. Soon, Uel was to arrive in Thranes, who was also unaware of the plan Hran had set. This was in order for the Foolish King to believe that Opeldes would be left alone, as all the armies would gather in Thranes. The tactic was relying on the speed with which Eve would arrive. If winds were in her favour, then she could reach the port that day, then it would take her six days on march to reach there. But they didn’t have six days, at best three, so Hran prepared horses along the way in villages and towns from all around. This would shorten it by one day technically, but thanks to Eve’s ability, he was sure she could make it in three. If she didn’t, then his bet would fail, and the fall of Opeldes could mark the beginning of the end for them.
However, in two days time, they received that Eve not only had arrived earlier than expected, but by dawn, she will arrive in Opeldes. With that, the armies of Thranes, Amouldes and Kinlakes, would get the signal to march North, and end the threat that is the Foolish King.
In the depth of the night, as the war was drawing closer, Amel would send a Prima on a special mission. Armed with one of the finest crafted weapons in the six kingdoms, a dagger made of cold steel, the assassin is sent to accomplish a mission of its own.