Chapter 16-Grassland Battle

“ and tell Catherine to meet us in the clearing,” she added and gripped her weapon. Today was the day, and she wishes them good luck. 

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In the Grassland clearing, as the wind blows and the screeched of the birds can be heard above, Alton's army and the sister's warrior were assembled face to face and ready for the battle.

“No! Fight me instead, motherfucker.” Sean growled and moved to step in front.

When Alton steps forward with confidence. He doesn't want the human male or any of the sisters. He wanted Catherine, he needed the Mark and the Prophecy Coins.

And one look warns Sean that he was not a simple opponent. 

Alton expects easy picking that Sean would give her up without a struggle. But he was wrong, Sean thought, he would never grant him the satisfaction of getting the coin as it belongs to Mark, his Catherine. His brain was racing for a way out. He couldn't fight Alton along with his stupid voluntary effort. But what about Nathan? Sean thought. He doesn't need him traumatized like that. He's a gentle flower, loving, and he's been through enough in his life. But alive was better than dead, so he tells Catherine to close her eyes, but he knew his request will be ignored.

The battle began, swords and arrows can be heard from a distance. The sisters were incredibly fast, and they have an enormous advantage, they attack from many angles and strikes with great percussive forces against the armors enemy, yet they have the momentum and leverage to make them extremely difficult to deflect, let alone block. The fight between the fae sisters and the north warrior proceeded, clashing their steel with force enough to sever a limb, the force of their collision sends up sparks, showing just how powerful, sharp, and deadly the sister's words were, and as the two opponents attacks and thrusts against each other, the cutting edges of their blade spark. 

Sean stows Alton between his legs and realizes just how naïve he had been. The odds were not on his side, but he tried, anyway. His blade was good at slashing and plunging, it gives him remarkable hand protection however he was too awkward to haul it properly as he wasn't skilled with it.

Sean knew every part of his blade could be used as a weapon, the tip for slinging, the edges for hacking and slashing, and the pommel can deliver a blunt-force hit; but he wasn't well-trained, instead, he ended up shoving Alton and punching him. 

He knew he will not make it, he will die on Alton's hands, and yet, he tensed his arms and draws out his blade. He says a prayer while he keeps his eyes shut tight. Then from no-where another sword follows, it was Catherine's. 

Distantly, the sisters and their Fae Warrior still battled with the enemies. Blood spreads among the grass, the sounds of anguished, and distress can be heard miles away.

“Are you out of your mind”? He was a powerful Fae for a reason. He will kill you without single remorse, dammit!” Catherine said and she swung her sword towards Alton, blacking his advancement.

She held the sword even, a perfect, courageous horizon; always leveled with her nose, just as Miah and Prestiney had taught her. 

She had stalled Alton's strike but watched a wretched-stained grin split the Dark Fae lips as her blade shivered under the brutality of his interesting strength. “Weapons do not belong in the hands of a Mortal,” he crooned, pressing closer to her face. The sword flashed as he moved it over his head and hummed a low, abrupt tune when he drew it down. 

As the battle continued, Catherine could feel her fire inside her, a fierce light covering her arms, running into her veins, through her sword, it was so bright and yet warming her. She blinked to clear her vision, as Alton's shocked face was visible among the flaming sword.

Catherine weighed the blade in her right hand, slashing it at the air with a pro-like apprehension, and as she did so the reflection of the orange torch flame danced within the cool steel. 

It bound the handle of the blade with black leather and yet; it wasn't burning; the hilt decorated though understated, and the sword was long enough to make her deadly swing towards the Dark Fae. She was certain this time; her face dimmed as she presses down with her weight and superior strength she forced the Sword backward towards her face. When He least expects it, she knocks the weapon from Alton's grip, and it lands just unreachable. She then drives her elbow into his face almost knocking him unconscious, breaking his jaw, and leaving his face looking like a miss-shaped representation of what it used to be. She gets to her feet standing over her, The tip of the sword was pointed towards his heart in both hands-on grips, she plunges the blade into his core. 

When Alton took deep his last breath, it hides a visible smile on his lips as his eyes closed.

The battle halted. The three sisters Fae of the North then asked the South Leader to return the hostage to them. They also demanded the South to give back the weapons and their human friend Nathan. But the South turned a deaf ear to these demands. The Fae Warrior of the North responded to the South with even fiercer warrior intervention. The fight continued and with the setting sun came; they could hear a sky of fire and battle cries on the distant horizon.

The North troops attempted to defend against the South attack but were already faced with overwhelming odds. It inflicted heavy damage on both sides. However, a comprehensive defeat of the North Fae Warrior could be achieved if they turn to the forces of Dark Magic. 

But with Catherine with them; the idea was disregarded, yet it was a battlefield that appeared to be anything but bloodshed. Death was overwhelming, bodies of the fallen scattered like a slaughtered animal, and both Fae Warrior from north to south unknowing of their roles, and every one of them was just a sacrificial lamb for the battle that had been fought for ages.

Catherine wished she could have told them all what reality was. They have ignored the conflict and disagreement between the two parties. Hatred and ambitions were the bottoms of the feud. For once, if only, maybe they can agree on one thing. Peace. 

But Peace was behind them now.