"Like everything Life made, something unexpected happened with the Demon's body and Angel's mind. Ego chooses the hosts for the Demon's body and Angel's mind, for the Demon's body it chooses the newborn Elemental with an Essence that has the most potential for physical confrontations, for the Angel's mind it chooses the newborn Elemental with an Essence that has the best chances to be accepted and followed by the highest number of Elementals present inside the World or Plane.

Then what happens when a single Elemental has both the most potential for physical confrontations AND the best chances to make the masses follow it?

In the bilions of trilions of years that Life made the Demon's body and Angel's mind only five beings were chosen by Ego to become the host of both Demon's body and Angel's mind. Their strenght became immense, every single one of them became an Overgod . All of them did solve the problem that plagued their birthplace in their own way. All of them but the fifth one, the last one was fighting to keep the Plane it was in alive but, something went wrong. Most of the plane was corrupted by what Ego felt would destroy the Plane it was the heart of, when the fifth Demon's body and Angel's mind host tried to solve the problem with its own method. Almost every inhabitant fought back againist the fifth, even Ego joined them. The fifth host was stronger, it broke the Plane it was in, broke it so badly not even Life or Death could fix it, made a God insane and fled to the Void. The second, third and fouth felt the presence of the fifth host and tried to rectuit it inside their Overgod's alliance. When the fifth was not swayed by their words, the three of them tried to subdue the younger and less powerful being. The fifth killed the other three hosts istantly. No one ever killed a God before, not like that."

-Bee May, the faery of knowledge

"When body and mind work togheter."

The horde came in sight of the village, as their march ended they all dropped down on the spot. They were sprawled around the forest, basking in the shade of the trees. There was no order, no formation they spread out, found and fought to find a place to sit or lay on. The village's doors were closed and looked impenetrable, the walls were high. Everything was made of hardwood so there was no cutting it. The walls were manned, men and women, young and old stood proudly under the sun to face the horde, the enemy were many but the villagers would rather die watching them from above than groveling on the ground.

A single person moved out of the horde, it was a finely dressed middle aged man.

"You are in the presence of our Arthus kingdom's beloved fourth prince Vier! Open the gates and serve us as we see fit!"

He strutted to the wall and yelled.

"Yeah... about that... We can't open the gates. Only the village chief can tell us to do that but he's old and sick so he's still in the house, do you wanna come in and tell him yourself?"

Asked an embarassed Alfonse.

"W-w-what? You insolent peasant, I'm the voice of the prince and you will open these gates rigth now!"

The voice of the prince was so angry his face was red.

"No can do... Sir?" Said Alfonse again. "You really should come in."

A rope was thrown from the wall in the direction of the messenger.

The messenger started cursing all the peasants and their idiocy, made a noose on the rope and put his foot inside it.

"Fine, bring me to your village chief!"

He yelled.

"Why is he not coming up?"

Asked Little Wolf.

"I think he wants us to haul him up here."

Answered Alfonse.

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"Do we haul him up?"

Asked Little Wolf.

"Yeah... Let's show him our warm welcome."

Answered Alfonse with a impish smile.

Little Wolf and two more hunters got a grip of the rope and started to tug it, stop, tug it hard, stop, let go of the rope a little, then tug hard at it again. Around five minutes and a hundred curses later, the poor messenger was finally inside the village. He found the village chief waiting him outside the village chief's house. Robert was sitting on a stool in the shade of its own house, drinking the bitter concotion that helped him forget about his back pain.

"So what do we have here? After so many snows a new face inside the village. You are welcome to spend the evening here with us."

Robert said with a warm smile.

"Obviously the fucking stupid peasants had a fucking stupid chief! I'm not gonna spend a second more than I need to in this shit hole! Tell your idiots over there to open up the gates. Give us all your food, all of your men will have the great honor to follow the fourth prince Vier to the capital, your good looking women will have the pleasure to bear a noble's bastard, the rest will have to warm the nights of our glorious army!"

Said the incensed messenger.

"Are all the people outside the village this hare-brained?"

Said Stria as she walked towards the voice of the fourth prince, once close enough she put a hand inside her apron, she took a handful of powder and then she blew it to the face of the messenger.

"W-wha."

The voice of the fourth prince dropped to the ground unconscious.

"The sleep mushroom powder mixed with the sleeping tree leaves will keep him asleep for a while, when he wakes up he will have an headache and won't remember what he did from the moment he came inside the village."

Said Stria to the village chief. Robert nodded to her appreciatively.

"Sidon, Fianna you heard the man. Free the animals, get as much food as you can, get everyone outside the village, we might have an hour at best to get things going. Then we fight."

Said Robert.

"I have prepared some nasty surprises for those fools."

Said Stria with an evil smile.

"What did you do! You crazy villagers! You killed us all! Do you know what is the punishment to harming the voice of a noble? If those fucking women did not jump on the bear and flee three days ago! I should not be here right no-"

Stria gave Tumen the whiny merchant the same treatment she gave the messenger.

"I hate people that scream for no reason."

She said.

An hour passed, the messenger woke up sitting next to the village chief, with a splitting headache and a wooden cup filled with what smelled like a puntent herbal liqueur in his hand.

"Now, now my friend, I can understand that our great fourth prince would need our village's help. We will obviously obey, it's just... We find an army to our steps, with no messengers. Yes, yes you came now BUT, you guys could have sent a messenger days ago, we would have given our prince a better welcome. What about this? You go out and tell the prince to show his face to us, once we know he's really here we will let you in, ok?"

Said the village chief meekly.

The confused messenger sniffed the cup, made a pained face, dropped it to the ground, nodded to the village chief and with wobbly feet he walked back to the wall, this time the hunters dropped him to the ground on the other side a little too fast. The voice frowned then he barfed, when he got back on its feet he angrily marched towards the fourth prince.

On top of the wall, Sidon, Todd, Alfonse and Little Wolf were huddled togheter.

"Hey Sidon, can I steal your son for a little bit?"

Asked Todd.

"Now?"

Said Sidon.

"Yeah, wanna send a message."

"Sure."

Sidon shrugged.

"Ok, come here boy. Do you see that young man with the fancier clothing and the shiny thing on its head that tells everyone where he is?"

Asked Todd.

"Yeah, I see him."

Said Little Wolf.

"Well... If I give you a training spear, can you aim it so it falls on his feet from here?"

Asked Todd.

"The sticks? Mmh yeah, I can throw it that far away, but it won't stick on the ground, if I do a run start... It might have enough strenght to plant."

Said Little Wolf.

"Sure, what about the aim?"

Asked Todd again.

"Never missed a throw before!"

Smiled Little Wolf cheekily.

Little Wolf took a training spear, or just a staff made of hardwood with no point, and he threw it from one hand to the other, to get a feel of its weight and balance. When he was happy with it, he jumped down the wall on the village side and took ten steps back, turned and asked.

"Is he still in the same spot as before? I don't wanna miss."

"Yeah, still there, throw away."

Said Todd.

"Ok! Here I go, onee, twooo, threeeee aand hooup!"

Little Wolf took three long running steps and let the staff go, it flew high, over wall and disappeared from his vision.

Sidon, Todd and Alfonse followed the spear trajectory until it impacted, impaling the messenger, at the feet of the fourth prince.

"So, how was my aim? Did I send the message?"

Asked Little Wolf cheerily.

Todd opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again, closed it and just nodded.

Sidon, did not even turn back to watch his son.

"Perfect aim! You sent a message for sure!"

Said Alfonse while scratching his chin.