by seeminglymeaningless and Light_Devil

Prologue
“... for if the trumpet give an uncertain sound, who shall prepare himself for battle?” --- Unknown Author
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"Can you tell me a story, Uncle?" Andonis asked, wriggling under the thick covers of his bed until only his eyes peered up over the duvet. A cup of warm milk cooled on the bedside table, a safe distance from the clumsy motor skills of a lively six year old boy, "Something bloody and full of monsters?"
A wind blew in from the open window, and the satin curtains billowed as if alive. A globe of fire illuminated the room with soft glow, casting rounded shadows of the furniture and the men standing at the boy's bed. General John Bane, short and heavy-set with a halo of orange hair looked at him, and then at the boy's father, Gulford Raiet, "What do you think, sire?"
Gulford's eyes had a faraway look to them, and when he spoke, his voice was melodic, the voice of a story-teller; it was deep and reverberated around the room, it held authority and it demanded attention. It was the voice of a king, "It was before dawn, when the grass was misty with dew. A few hours until the sun graced this part of the continent with its kiss of light."
Andonis smiled and sipped at his milk, already drawn into the story.
"The wind bit harshly at unprotected skin, leaving the men drenched in a cold sweat. The gathered army made hardly a sound, save the odd whinny of a horse, or the clink of chainmail."
The king's general gave Gulford a sharp glance and frowned, but he dared not speak. Instead he courteously retrieved a set of chairs for the two of them to sit on, as John Bane knew this story well, and knew it was a long one. Raiet's descriptions were so full and complete that Bane felt as if were there, within the story.
"Huge wooden mechanisms rolled awkwardly across the terrain, their wheels well oiled to avoid breaking the silence, but their joints creaking under their own weight nonetheless. The siege weapons had giant slings that could haul a heavy boulder or body at a wall and crack the masonry or," here he looked at his son, as if wanting whatever was said after to be something he remembered, "if aimed lower, scatter troops. There had been no time to construct catapults that were easier to control and aim; this battle was all about the power of surprise."
"I hope they win." Andonis interrupted, his young face shining with the excitement of the imagined battle, "They win, don't they, father?"
Gulford Raiet didn't reply, but continued his story, "An odd assortment of men, some barely of age, stood at the front of the army. These men were useless, they were the effective meat shield. Unskilled and untrained, simply the product of desperation, their numbers of around one hundred and fifty would amount to a third of that due to their inexperience."
"They would die for nothing?" Gulford inclined his head at the boy's question, "Didn't their king feel bad for sending them to die?"
The king opened his mouth, but before he could speak John interrupted, a scowl on his face, "The King of Hearts, for he was a kind king, had a special motive for this battle, Andonis. It was conceived in his mind as the body of his only son cooled in death, recently murdered - "

The King of Hearts
"His son was murdered?" The prince whispered, "Why?"
The king, voice slightly strained, avoided the question and pressed on, "The King of Hearts' had a trusted General, known far and wide as Quicksilver, for his lightning reflexes. His General always rode his horse close to his king, not in front of him, presuming to lead, or behind him, presuming to be led, but next to him, as an equal."

General Quicksilver
Bane tilted his head towards Gulford and said, "The king was worried about his choices in battle, laden with grief, and asked his trusted General once and for all if the battle should continue as planned."
Gulford continued effortlessly, "And his trusted General told him thus: We have come too far, your majesty, to turn back now. It will cast doubt amongst the minds of your people about your decisions. And moved his brown mare closer: The last thing we need is a revolt."
"And the King of Hearts agreed. He turned to inspect the army his General had trained to its full potential. Over a hundred footmen, well seasoned and most of them expert with the ways of the sword, walked in formation behind the King of Hearts' “fit and able” men." Bane said.
Andonis yawned, "Where there only footmen in this army? That's boring."
"No," Gulford said, a hint of sadness touched his words, "There were many more men in the army. Half as many archers marched behind them; a good ranged offence unit, and a last line of defence if enemy broke through the waves of footmen. The same amount of pikemen, burdened by their loads of spare pikes should they break, brought up the rear of the grounded army until they had reached their destination, in which case they would spread out and surround the army to take down any mounted units that came their way."
General John Bane took a breath and continued where his king left off, "Two hundred of the finest horsemen of Thrans flanked the walking army. The horses were jittery, nervous of the hushed atmosphere. Their eyes rolled in panic, but they were well-trained not to rear." Bane closed his eyes, "Even the loyal and trusted General Quicksilver wondered if he would survive this battle."
The king of Azuryl hardened his face at the man's words, "The King of Hearts had ordered the attack without the prior planning necessary for such an assault on a well guarded castle, especially so soon after the plague had swept through the kingdom, taking the lives of so many. While it was true that any man would want revenge over the murder of his only son and heir by a mercenary who confessed on the rack that he had been hired by... the King of Spades, the hurried formation of the troops and the call to arms by all able men could end up a terrible mistake."

The King of Spades
John shook his head, "But the king's men loved him and believed in him, and less than a week later, they were on enemy soil. The valley sloped gently downwards towards the castle in the distance - "
The heir to the throne sat up, "Was there a moat?"
"No," John said, frowning. Andonis pouted, but motioned the man he considered his uncle to continue, "Green trees grew thickly on the slopes, but were prevented from growing near the castle where wide meadows dominated, patched here and there by fields of wheat, just sprouting. Quicksilver could smell spring in the air and tried to cast the thought of him never living to another spring from his mind."
"There were no signs of life this early in the morning. Not even the farmers were stirring. The foreman of the archers nodded, and two scouts emerged from the army to scan the battlefield and bring back any useful knowledge. If possible, they were to take out any potential castle watchmen with the long bows strapped to their backs. The scouts knew they would be lucky if they came back alive." The king said, his face shadowed with regret.
"The scouts had only managed to just reach the trees on either side of the valley when suddenly a hiss!" Andonis jumped in surprised at the shout, "And a loud whack of the first projectile hitting the castle walls triggered consecutive volleys of boulders being hurled. It was clearly a malfunction of the siege machines -- "
"Or a traitor giving away their position." Gulford said in anger.
" -- but the army had been too well trained not to respond to the first sign of battle. Caution was thrown to the wind... The war had begun."
Andonis grinned and slightly bounced on his mattress, enthralled with the story.
"An alarm tolled from the King of Spades' fort, and it wasn’t long before a harried counter army formed at the base of the castle, under makeshift log huts that mostly protected the men from the falling rubble and the piercing bolts of the King of Hearts' archers." Gulford blew air out of his mouth, trying to replicate the sound of arrows cutting through the air, "The King of Hearts roared! He ordered the assault and the meat shield ran forward, their weapons awkwardly hanging in their hands, fear prominent on their faces."
"General Quicksilver watched from his mounted position in front of the cavalry, knowing that the untrained men would die and feeling pity for them, but accepted their sacrifice as the prerequisite to any war. It was the way battles were always started, and it was beyond anyone's psychological ideals to change this when it was so widely accepted and acknowledged. What would a war be without willing sacrifice?" General John Bane eyed Andonis, who nodded at the lesson, but not understanding what Bane was trying to subtly tell him.
"The first row of the conscripted men were shot down from the archers in the towers of the castle; some were set on fire by burning pitch, and the stench of burning flesh filled the air..."
...The second wave of the untrained men reached the enemy army and engaged with cries of fear and anger. The ringing of swords hitting armour, or sliding off weapons that parried and blocked filled the air. Countless men on both sides of the army fell defeated, either by death or a wound. But the King of Hearts' men were pressing forward, overwhelming the enemy forces, forcing the men to push back amongst their own ranks and creating confusion.
Fuelled by the small advance, the General ordered the footmen, with once shouted command, to charge into the chaos. The more experienced men were quickly making small time of the enemy, slaughtering those that stood in their way and crippling those that tried to flee. The stench of excrement, exposed organs, sweat, blood and death hung heavy in the soldiers nostrils. Bodies of both man and beast littered the battlefield in various states of wholeness.
The archers on the battlements continued to fire volley after volley of arrows into the battle, often injuring their own forces in the bid to eliminate the King of Hearts' men. But his army had managed to reach the outskirts of the castle, and the General sent the second wave of swordsmen forward, followed by the cavalry, and the pikemen on either side. The swordsmen charged into battle, swinging their blades in a deadly dance of death. The horsemen galloped in almost heedlessly, sensing the victory that was so tantalisingly close.
But then the spikes in the covered trenches came up, and the entire wave of cavalry fell with screaming horses and stunned men.The King of Hearts' men became effectively divided; the swordsmen, what remained of the meat shield and some pikemen faced the enemy army at the base of the castle alone. Most of the cavalry had lost their horses to the spikes and were forced to rely on their limited weapons training. The other half of the army, which consisted of the most of the pikemen, knights that were in the second wave and hadn't been taken out by the trap and the archers milled about in utter confusion. Adding to this turmoil was the fact that the General had become separated from his King. The army was not only divided by force, but by leader.
Realizing in a pain-inducing split-second epiphany that he had been tricked, that this wasn’t a “sneak siege” to the enemy, the King of Hearts called a retreat, his war horn blazing loud and desperate amongst the sounds of battle. The footmen fended off stunning blows from the soldiers that poured out from the castle, and attempted to make its way back to their king through the small force of men who had risen the spikes from the trenches. But it was clear that the attacking army was losing men quicker by trying to flee. The army had lost its cohesion. The confusion of the sudden imbalance regarding who had been winning threw the men into a mental free-fall where the only conscious focus was to escape.
A trumpet sounded from the castle, and two halves of the enemy’s cavalry descended from the forest of trees either side of the battle, effectively bottle-necking what remained of the King of Hearts' divided army, cutting any possible attempts to flee. The enemy cavalry flanked, the archers tried to defend their king, and the pikemen took down most of the horses.
The King of Spades fought amongst his men, laughing with glee, and the King of Hearts' own heart sank as he realized how much of a mistake he had made, under-estimating the enemy; acting out of passion and from the heart instead of thinking from the head. The battle was his fault, and he threw himself into fighting with vigour and rage and self-derision. His General finally made it to his side, and the two men made a formidable image. Blood splattered, appendages flew, curses were slung and many men fought like heroes. But any hope of escape dwindled to nothing...
"They lost?" Andonis whispered, as the story trailed to an uneasy pause.
The king and his general shared a glance, "The battle had been lost."
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It was past noon; the sun high in the sky, the heat radiating off the overturned soil in hazy waves. The sparse scattering of clouds gave respite from harsh light, however brief. The trampled grass was dry and brittle, and the once peaceful meadow was not the way it had been, only days earlier, now ravaged and desolate.
There was not a movement to be seen across the valley besides the odd patch of burning pitch, the flames dancing to a music of their own, or where the wind played with stalks of tall, seed-heavy weeds. The cobblestone castle, only metres away, stood almost mockingly, the drawbridge down, the archers in the towers watching with their bows drawn in the eerie silence.
“Addsett!" The cry startled some crows that had begun to feast on the entails of a soldier's open stomach, "Peace. I declare peace! Allow us to safely retreat!” King Gulford Raiet yelled across the body-strewn battlefield, his voice echoing off the ridges and trenches.
His army standard flickered in the wind, held up by the flag bearer; or rather, impaled in the boy’s stomach. The coppery smell of blood tickled his nose, and King Gulford knew his blonde beard was heavy with the blood of his victims. His broadsword rested against his knee, rusty from the fighting, the poisonous slime that encrusted the blade was probably the cause of most of his later kills as it sunk into flesh. His armour was dented in places, the bent metal rubbing across the chainmail underneath, aggravating the bruises on his skin.
The king hefted himself up and peered over the dirt mound in the general direction of where he expected the reply. His army general lay on the ground beside him, outwardly hardened, but devastated by the loss of his men. The man’s double-sided axe was chipped, and his gloves were nearly worn all the way through, but despite his weariness, he waved a blood-stained white rag in the air.
A golden crown soon surfaced amongst the trodden mud and blood of no-man’s land, and King Harrison Addsett smirked down at his rival, “You, the King of Azuryl, willingly admit defeat, Gulford?”
They were surprisingly close enough to make out the minute details of each other's well known faces. Gulford's greying blonde hair, drenched in blood, weary green eyes; Harrison's dark hair seemingly not a strand out of place, triumphant eyes so dark brown it was almost hard to distinguish the pupil from the iris. But most important was the smug grin of satisfaction on King Addsett's clean face that rubbed King Raiet the wrong way. And the knowledge that Gulford had let his ancestors down with the loss of this battle. The war between the Azuryl and Cruciot kingdoms had been waging before the scribes had started to record history.
Before the Azuryl king could help himself, he asked, "How did you - ?"
Harrison laughed lightly, "You did what any man would do if his son was murdered. It was easy to predict that you'd attack Ypoc, and it only too a few days to prepare the battle field." He nodded in the direction of the trees, "Creating small clearings for my cavalry to hide in, and pathways only blocked by light foliage allowed them to easily burst out of the thicket and confound your troops." The king gestured to the rows of spikes and the impaled horses and men upon them, an unsavoury shish-kebab, "Your scouts didn't get the opportunity to reveal the trenches because of the traitors I had in your army, a man who served his purpose when he launched the first projectile at the castle walls."
King Raiet felt rage and despair coil in his stomach, "And the conscripted men on my army didn't know how to look out for ground that rings hollow, and my swordsmen were too elated at the thought of victory to notice."
"Yes, you failed, and now you readily admit defeat to me."
Gulford ground his teeth until his jaw ached and didn’t reply until General John Bane nudged him, “Aye, and I'm willing to make an oath, a King's Vow that I will not raise my army against your forces." He paused, "But I demand we have your son as a failsafe as we leave this cursed valley.” He met Harrison's unfathomably dark eyes, "After we are a safe distance away, I will personally cut the ropes from your son and leave him to be collected."
There was a small pause as the other king considered the man's wishes, “I could slaughter you and what remains of your army right now, in the name of war, and conquer your country and raid your coffers." He narrowed his eyes, "What would stop me?"
"There is honour even amongst thieves." When Harrison didn't rise to the bait, the king of Azuryl steeled his will, "I will give you half my land, without the need for any more fighting."
"And I could kill you all now and claim all of your land as mine."
"I promise you first pick in anything that my country trades," Gulford swallowed his pride, "and I will allow your troops to make use of the Stillway."
Harrison Addsett tilted his head, suddenly interested, "You would give me access to the Stillway?"
General Bane forced down the bile in his throat as his king nodded. It was dangerous to use the paths of the Stillway, but having access to the Bazynteen artefact would give the Cruciot king a huge advantage in his war efforts.
"You and what remains of your army will retreat and never set foot in my country again?”
“Aye." The King Raiet said warily, "On your son’s head, though, should you betray this treaty. Everyone alive has heard me promise my part, will you allow this war to cease?”
He didn't answer for several moments, making the hairs on the back of Gulford's neck rise with warning. Abruptly King Harrison turned and beckoned a finger at his standard bearer, who was white with fear, and slick with sweat. The pole trembled in his hands.
"Go forth and fetch my youngest son, Thilyp." All who heard could not believe the monumental decision the cruel king had made; to sacrifice the chance to wipe out the entirety of what remained of the Azuryl army. Even the most lowly of footmen remained unconvinced of the king's intent.
The standard bearer nodded meekly, mounted one of the last remaining mares and fled to the nearby castle. The King of Azuryl watched the man in green and blue livery disappear into the distance and sighed, "I'm sorry to have put you through another war, John." He wiped at the blood that dripped into his eye, "It was another show of bad judgement on my behalf. I thought we had the upper hand on them, this time."
John hid his frown behind his helmet, "It cannot be helped now, my king. What is done is done."
"If only I had listened to you - "
Trumpets sounded from the top of the battlements of the castle as the standard bearer returned with the youngest prince of Cruciot wrapped in a blanket, a small circlet of gold around the boy's head. King Harrison didn't even so much as spare his son a glance as the man got off his horse and nervously handed the child over to General Bane. Everyone watching expected the deliverer to be attacked at the last second.
The remaining troops of Azuryl and the six times as large in force army of Cruciot watched on, holding their breaths, knowing that if anything went wrong, they would have to fight once again. Men shifted awkwardly, trying to stay in position, others twitched; their hands hovering over the hilts of their weapons and then dropping back by their sides, repeating the cycle over and over.
King Harrison laughed and said to King Gulford, "You weren't expecting us to flank you from behind and cut you off from fleeing, were you?"
The other King grimaced, "It was something new that we weren't ready for."
Harrison gestured and the entire force of his army reformed to the side of the valley, "You may go."
General Bane's suspicion heightened and he tightened his hold on the infant in his arms, "My lord, this doesn't look or feel right. It's too easy."
Gulford inclined his head slightly towards his old friend, "I get the same feeling, but there is nothing we can do if we want some survivors from this awful battle."
Slowly what remained of Gulford's legion assembled themselves in front of the intimidating army. Gulford and John advanced to the front of the army of around seventy wounded men, some of them supported by their allies. The king and his general were the only two left on horses; the entire cavalry lost when men in trenches rose hidden rows of stakes for the horses to impale themselves on. The Cruciot army followed close behind, with the king in the lead.
King Harrison laughed as the small army marched away, some of the men not daring to look back. Just before the entirety of King Gulford's army crested the hill, Harrison shouted, "This will make sure your empire will lack men of any fighting age for a long time!" And the single toot of a hunting horn spelled doom for Gulford's soldiers.
"Traitor!" Gulford cried, defending himself with his sword, the feeling of dread and utter sadness upon his heart, "Murderer!" Arrows from the battlements flew like deadly rain upon the Azuryl men, some of the arrows ablaze with burning pitch.
The general urged his horse up to his king, fighting to reach him, "We must flee! You must survive, your highness."
The king angrily spat in a voice loud enough to carry over the sounds of men dying and the clang of swords, "You give up your own son for this dishonour! You are filth, Addsett!"
King Harrison chuckled, his laughter like a bell ringing in Gulford's ears, an alarm - a warning - sounding at the back of the his mind. Time stood still, frozen, as the two Kings' eyes met, clashing like the blades of the warriors around them. A smile curled up onto Harrison's face and in less than a whisper, though Gulford heard it with stinging clarity, remarked, "One life for a war won? Common sense.”
Gulford couldn't bear to look into the man's eyes any longer, the amount of animosity and violence radiating from them burned him. He glanced away, sadly absorbing the details of the battle within the space of a second. Surrounding him was a field of crimson grass. Men – old, young, married, single, with children, barren – both his and his enemies, sprawled upon the ground, not moving, except for the occasional post-mortem twitch, swords or arrows impaling their bodies. Curdling screams of pain echoed across the dwindling battlefield. The subject of Gulford’s eyes was none of this; it was simply and plainly the waste of life.
A minute tear, unknown, formed in his eye and trailed slowly down his cheek. He had not wanted this. Gulford closed his eyes, taking in a deep death, attempting to destroy the image forever burned into retinas. He knew, even as he tried so very hard to forget, he would always remember this. Always.
The metallic screech of two bloody swords clanging as they met together in a series of blows near the King of Azuryl abruptly snapped him out of his reverie. It was at that moment in time he also noticed that something was tugging at his arm. He listlessly turned his head to see General Bane was yanking violently at his sleeve, screaming obscenities and what appeared to be nonsense into his King's ear.
"We must flee. Now!"
Gulford silently nodded, one slow bob of his head as he gained his bearings. He held at bay the grief and muttered under his breath in a whisper filled with self-loathing, "Then run like cowards we shall."
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Edited with ninjacookiemonster's (20/07), Kiwisatsuma's (21/07), brassnbridle's and Skin's (22/07), Firestarter's (24/07) advice, RachaelElg's advice and iceprincess's (04/08) advice, Kiwisatsuma's and Bickazer's (05/08) and edited extensively with my own changes (26/08) to add pictures. There are more pictures to come. The other characters get pictures as they are introduced. If you want an idea of how much this story has progressed, simply read the first comment. That quote was the original story in all it's failure. Oh, and I changed Harry's name to Harrison. Harry means "army power, or ruler of the army", so believe it or not, King Harry actually fit no matter how ridiculous it sounded.
Chapter One is on page 3.
