""Well, this is either the bravest thing we've done… or the dumbest," said Felix. Both Sergio and Samuel nodded in agreement.
The three friends were inside a crumbling old fortress that the lookout had spotted not thirty minutes before. The trio was now gathered in one of the few rooms that were intact, the throne room.
With quite some difficulty, Samuel had managed to build a fire in the hearth, which the group were all huddled around, trying to repel sting of the brisk night air. The Elemental Wolves, whose muzzles were alternately freezing and incinerating their rashoned food, were eating alongside the griffons, while the Higers were either sharpening their claws (though they honestly couldn't be any sharper), or pacing back and forth anxiously, three-inch claws clacking on the stone.
“Then again, if this actually works, then we won't be called amateurs anymore." Sergio stated . Spirit the elemental wolf growled in agreement, and his rare gold colored fur bristled, making him seem much more menacing then usual.
“If we succed, remember." was Felix's calm reply. He was making more arrows from the wood he had brought along, and then used the owl beaks as arrow beads and the owl feathers for the back. After he had made as many as he could, he smiled and said,"I wonder what they'll think when they get shot by owls! Oh, the surprise on their faces!"
"Now that's an image I would buy any day!" said Sergio. He chuckled, and went back to petting spirit.
"I just wish that we could get this over with," said Samuel, who was currently in the act of coating his blades with the poison that Orion had given him.“I just can't get over the feeling that any moment there will be an arrow in my spine."
Felix then stood, and said, “We have travelled many leagues to get here, and now there is no turning back. We have traveled through thick and thin together. We have faced creatures that were once in our minds nothing but lore. We have traveled through the heat of the sun, the harsh of the snow, and the relentless beating of rain. We have faced times of peace, and times of war. Still, though, we are all here. As one. Together. We braved mountains, seas, and desert plains. And yet we are here, willing to fight what mAy be a fruitless battle with the army that rules the earth. So this is it. In the old abandoned fortress of the Emerald King, sitting in his own throne room, discussing what may very well be our last talk."
“But it can't be our last talk! Good will always win!" said Sergio.
“Right! If I'm murdered, it will be on the field of battle, not enjoying the comforts of home," agreed Samuel. He was now dipping his sword in the poison that Orion had given him.
“Then we go and fight," said Felix as they left the warm room and confronted the dark night, "The army of mud will not lay sleeping forever,” he spat. As their little army snuck out of The castle, Sergio whispered to Felix,
"How long did it take you to come up with that speech?"
"Around a hour or two. Why?"
Sergio grinned. "No reason. None at all."
Felix returned the grin as they exited the castle.
The mini-army looked down into the valley where the enemy camp lay quiet and still. Then with one last nod between friends, they crept soundlessly into the enemy camp. A nearly certain death.
