Battle drums rolling… Could they have walked into their triumph or their demise? And just a random question. Do you guys think I should kill someone? Let me know… Hahaha!
{Isla’s POV} So, three problems! Problems that could put us on the other end of Victory if we weren’t careful. Everyone was waiting for me now. Waiting for me to order the attack on the enemies we so desperately abhorred. I scanned the area. It was more coordinated than I expected a Rogue camp to be. I mean, these guys were lawless malefactors who didn’t fancy societal dictations. Yet, here they were acting civil. Something about everything wasn’t right— I inched my gaze to a side and saw some Rogues smoking in a tent and two others smashing at a corner. Rogue behavior. —Or maybe I’m just overreacting. I gestured for the numbers on my left to make a small arc around the camp and told the ones on my right to do the same. It was time to surprise them. Once we were in position, I instructed that we begin sneaking through the grasses. Everything Combat classes had taught me, everything my Dad had imbibed in me, guided my every action as I led our army into the enemies' keep. The
{Isla’s POV} So the Praised Brothers were real? I looked back at the Chicken Rogue who was now a smiley Rogue as the fucker was still grinning. I immediately put him to sleep with a swift fist bash and called one of my Warrior to tie him up. We would question him later when we’ve finished dealing with these so called “Praised brothers” Why do they even call them that? The short-looking Rogue— the one that had gone to call these Praised dudes, saw that I had put his whisper buddy to sleep and was already running away. However, I didn’t bother chasing after him. There was something more disturbing at hand and they were seven in number. I’ll have to find out what’s— My gaze suddenly caught the sight of the so-called Praised brothers. They started darting towards the Reignile warriors and then, another battle ensued. Hey! Don’t leave me out of the fun. I started towards the swedging and when I got close enough, the sight I met horrified me. A Rogue— one of the Praised brother
{Isla’s POV} My gaze was now on the Rogue whose arm I had ripped off. He laid lifeless on the ground. He had bled to his death in a two way system. But before that, he had scourged me with pain and broken me with his remarkable strength. What was he? Praised brothers. What were they made of? They definitely weren’t normal Werewolves. There was something else at play here than the traditional werewolf energy. And the amazing part was that someone had spoken of this occurrence. Ralph. Ralph had given his theory of the improved Rogue ability. That day at GrayHill, he had seen something out of the ordinary while I had been too busy saving a Cunt’s mother. And he told us about his observance but it had been too strange to believe. Too abnormal to comprehend. But today, the strangest of things happened and there was nothing normal about those Rogues, those ‘Praised Brothers’. “We need to return to the Palace immediately!” I voiced with weariness in my voice before tight fingers wrapp
{Isla’s POV} I paused at the sight and everyone with me. I checked again. Blood? Blood! Blood had stained the gates and some parts of the tall brick walls. I threw my body into a rough dart towards the Palace. I wasn’t sure others behind me had gotten the memo yet but I didn’t care. There was blood on the Palace walls and no guards! The reality was grim! Enough reason to go crazy with worry. As I drew closer to the gates, I noticed something else. Something equally appalling. Bodies bordered the path. They were numerous and they looked dead! I halted my haste and turned to verify my suspicion. I kicked one of the bodies and it didn’t move. What? I drew closer to turn it over-- My heart was racing fast. I grabbed onto the body and pushed it over. I nearly stumbled and fell with the sight. The others got to me now and Emkay promptly caught me before I could crash to the ground. Everyone was staring at the body I had flipped over. It was a Reignile warrior and his entire
{Isla’s POV} My mum was leaning against my Dad’s silver gilded wooden throne and she was weeping bitterly. There was no denying it. I could see it so it was believable. She was actually crying. But my Dad… dead? “No!” I roared, sending vibrations running around the room. “Mum!” I gripped her even tighter and she winced in pain but she didn’t stop me. She was too busy pouring out emotions that pain didn’t matter to her. But her behavior infuriated me even more. “I ask you again! Where. Is. Dad?!” I bawled, pouring a mixture of glares and tears on her. She didn’t answer. She still had her eyes squeezed, still sniveling, and I was about to explode with emotions when I saw her hand rise. It slowly stretched and began shifting along its axis. I followed the movement until it landed at a point. She was pointing. She was aiming at an area some distance away and she wasn’t even looking. I gazed back at her and she still didn’t spare me a look. I slowly rose to my feet and began
{Cayden’s POV} A maid had bursted out of a corner and scuttled towards us. By ”us”, I mean Isla and I. We had just returned from our Rogue Hunt that was, by the way, a lost cause. Isla had jeopardized the mission with her childishness and inexperience. But that wasn’t the issue now. My mum was finally awake. The feeble-leggeg maid had informed me. I was trailing behind her now, pressure building in my chest and anticipation bobbing in my lungs. I was finally going to see mum after three weeks. I couldn’t wait. It was almost unbelievable. I needed to confirm. “You said Naí Sassaba is awake?” I asked the maid as we took a corner on the left. Sorry, I took the corner. The maid was still going straight. She paused to look at me. “She isn’t in the Palace clinic anymore. She was moved to one of the Guest chambers yesterday.” The maid informed me and I swiftly joined her on her trail. “And yes, General Cayden. It’s Naí Sassaba.” She added. “Well then add speed to your legs.” I
{Cayden’s POV} Some parts of the Palace were in shambles and from what everyone has been saying, it was attacked. Attacked by a horde of Rogues who the survivors described as ruthless and beastly. We had encountered “ruthless” and “beastly” over in the jungle so it only made sense that the same force had attacked the Palace. Praised brothers they were called. Wretches! They had really caused so much damage— both emotionally, as everyone was visibly traumatized, and physically as fallen pillars decorated everywhere. And we both know that pillars hold stuff. But none of the Rogues' damages could be compared to the one caused by the screeching from yesterday. The loudness of that cry had threatened the very foundation of the Palace grounds and caused everyone to tremble. It had been too powerful to be from a Werewolf… but then again it was. It was from Isla. Apparently, it was one of those her outbursts moment and I had been rushing to the scene only to be chased back by cru
{Cayden’s POV}I had left the Generals on the fields with the recruits. Recruiting more warriors was important but settling my uneasiness was more paramount.The way my Mum had acted was odd and I needed to shake this feeling off of me that’s telling me that my mum had been telling the truth. Isla had given my mother a concussion. That’s the truth.I believe Ivanka and I believe the truth!But for some reason, knowing the truth wasn’t settling my sudden uneasiness. I still needed to talk to Isla.I paced through the entrance now and down some hallways. There was clanging and hammering as workers were scattered around and already rebuilding the distorted parts of the Palace. Finance wasn’t an issue around here.I got to the wide corridor that led to Isla’s room. I’ve been here before, so I knew the routes well. As I drew closer, the maids that were strolling out of her chambers bathed me with seductive gazes.This was a misdeed and an offense— For a maid to be making such advances tow