Menace from the East

Prince Julien orders the drums and horns of war be sounded. He gestures his right hand, and the entire army forms an array. Before them the Essenian army forms an array of their own. The blue banner of Essenia covers the entire horizon. Nothing could be heard from the barren plain where they face off, except for the silent howling of the wind. Although not so silent, that the deaf could hear it tremble.

The banners flutter overhead the shining steel and iron. The sky gazes down the two forces as they meet face-to-face.

“Must you do this, Your Highness?” Gianni runs towards the prince carrying a pack of bandage and herbs. “There must be another way to settle this. Our forces are much larger, and we can defeat them without putting yourself in too much danger.”

Julien can see the worry in Gianni’s eyes. He places his gauntlet-covered left hand over Gianni’s head calming the subtle trembling of the latter. He takes a deep breath, tapping Gianni’s shoulder.