The battle may be done, but the war is never over.
That is one thing that those in Rhydin have learned over time.
Hera had done many things, and had even sat upon a battle council before when the alliance was faced with it before but this one was different.
She had watched as her son and the other children were led away by Radella, Audrey, Kraven, Maewen, Max , Lori ,Georg, Vae and Kahn. They vowed to protect all the children. But as part of what ever Shea knew, no one knew just where the children were going save for those going with them. Radella would alone return to help with the battle, the others would stay with the children and keep them safe.
Hera had watched Shea send her daughter and grandchildren off. She had watched Jade weep as her girls followed Vanya off with the other trailing children, Each child had clothing with them but they wouldn?t honestly need any thing. With the ability of magic to get them anything they wanted.
Now Hera sat beside a stoic Jade and looked up the long round table at Shea, Salice and Shavyn. The one thing that was noticeably different was the fact that the men were no where to be seen. The women of the alliance sat at the table, the only ones missing those who had gone with the children.
Hera sat hands folded before her watching the sisters GreenStone talk. The room was hushed, the looming threat of the unknown hung over them all. They had all heard the warning, they had all been in a sense debriefed.
Battles were never easy. War was not something to be taken lightly. But she had never seen Shea so tense about anything. Even when they all faced off against the Cutlass brothers, angels and dragons Shea had been nothing but confident. Now she looked worried.
The D word had been spoken. That this battle, this war would end with death. Hera looked up and down the table. True they weren?t all battle hardened. Some had only seen a few battles and never a war. But many of them had seen war. She knew none of those there would go lightly.
Shea turned to address the group. Hera looked over the elf. Shea was a short thing. Five foot Five maybe. Her hair was dark blue with many streaks of silver through it. Her eyes were eerie, pure silver with no sign of black iris.
She wore what Hera considered basic battle wear, but the mage now even bore a sword that she had not carried in some time. In fact everyone woman there carried a weapon, something physical, more than magic or mere power. Even she was armed tot he hilt as if the battle could begin at any moment.
Was that not why they sent the children away? Battle was close, you could nearly taste it.
Shea spoke. She gave them no pretty words. She spoke to them like a general would. Yet Shea was hardly what most would see as a general. But As Hera watched her she knew that was just what the mage was. She was the leader of this rag tag group. She was the one here with all the power. No matter who sat there at the table, no matter their age or back ground it was Shea they all would follow. And it was the mage who was the most willing to give up her life.
When Shea was done and the war talk was done for the moment Hera rose and nodded to Jade they were going to train Cadaria. The fallen angel had skill but she would need more. Shea stopped her mid stride.
"I am going to see Issy this day, as soon as I hear from Radella about the children. You did tell her I was coming yes?"
Hera nodded. "Yep. Jade and I are going to head out with Cadaria. Of those here she is the one who need a bit more training."
Shea nodded. "Go then, be careful. The men should return by dusk with news of the reinforcements."
Hera double nodded to that and left the room. Hera Fyre had seen battle and war. Blood shed and death were nothing new to her. But still she felt a chill creep up her arm as she walked out behind Jade and Cadaria. Perhaps even the well worn battle ready fighters could need to beef up their skills for what ever or who ever was coming.
Breath of War
That is one thing that those in Rhydin have learned over time.
Hera had done many things, and had even sat upon a battle council before when the alliance was faced with it before but this one was different.
She had watched as her son and the other children were led away by Radella, Audrey, Kraven, Maewen, Max , Lori ,Georg, Vae and Kahn. They vowed to protect all the children. But as part of what ever Shea knew, no one knew just where the children were going save for those going with them. Radella would alone return to help with the battle, the others would stay with the children and keep them safe.
Hera had watched Shea send her daughter and grandchildren off. She had watched Jade weep as her girls followed Vanya off with the other trailing children, Each child had clothing with them but they wouldn?t honestly need any thing. With the ability of magic to get them anything they wanted.
Now Hera sat beside a stoic Jade and looked up the long round table at Shea, Salice and Shavyn. The one thing that was noticeably different was the fact that the men were no where to be seen. The women of the alliance sat at the table, the only ones missing those who had gone with the children.
Hera sat hands folded before her watching the sisters GreenStone talk. The room was hushed, the looming threat of the unknown hung over them all. They had all heard the warning, they had all been in a sense debriefed.
Battles were never easy. War was not something to be taken lightly. But she had never seen Shea so tense about anything. Even when they all faced off against the Cutlass brothers, angels and dragons Shea had been nothing but confident. Now she looked worried.
The D word had been spoken. That this battle, this war would end with death. Hera looked up and down the table. True they weren?t all battle hardened. Some had only seen a few battles and never a war. But many of them had seen war. She knew none of those there would go lightly.
Shea turned to address the group. Hera looked over the elf. Shea was a short thing. Five foot Five maybe. Her hair was dark blue with many streaks of silver through it. Her eyes were eerie, pure silver with no sign of black iris.
She wore what Hera considered basic battle wear, but the mage now even bore a sword that she had not carried in some time. In fact everyone woman there carried a weapon, something physical, more than magic or mere power. Even she was armed tot he hilt as if the battle could begin at any moment.
Was that not why they sent the children away? Battle was close, you could nearly taste it.
Shea spoke. She gave them no pretty words. She spoke to them like a general would. Yet Shea was hardly what most would see as a general. But As Hera watched her she knew that was just what the mage was. She was the leader of this rag tag group. She was the one here with all the power. No matter who sat there at the table, no matter their age or back ground it was Shea they all would follow. And it was the mage who was the most willing to give up her life.
When Shea was done and the war talk was done for the moment Hera rose and nodded to Jade they were going to train Cadaria. The fallen angel had skill but she would need more. Shea stopped her mid stride.
"I am going to see Issy this day, as soon as I hear from Radella about the children. You did tell her I was coming yes?"
Hera nodded. "Yep. Jade and I are going to head out with Cadaria. Of those here she is the one who need a bit more training."
Shea nodded. "Go then, be careful. The men should return by dusk with news of the reinforcements."
Hera double nodded to that and left the room. Hera Fyre had seen battle and war. Blood shed and death were nothing new to her. But still she felt a chill creep up her arm as she walked out behind Jade and Cadaria. Perhaps even the well worn battle ready fighters could need to beef up their skills for what ever or who ever was coming.
Breath of War