LOGINCeleste"No!"The command tore from both our throats at the same time.Neither army listened.The first soldiers reached the ridge.Steel crashed against steel.The silence shattered.The commander shoved me away.I stumbled back as one of his men lunged between us, shield raised.His sword came down toward my head.I sidestepped.My dagger slipped beneath his arm.He gasped.His weapon clattered onto the rocks as he collapsed."Protect the commander!"The cry echoed across the ridge.Half a dozen enemy soldiers surged forward.Before they reached me, my own men crashed into them.Captain Rowan slammed his shield into the first attacker, sending him sprawling over the edge of the slope.Sergeant Elric buried his axe in another man's shoulder.The ridge dissolved into chaos.Blood sprayed across the stones.The commander looked as furious as I felt."I gave the order!" he roared."Stand down!"No one obeyed.Battle fever had taken them.Reason had vanished.He cut down one of my soldie
CelesteHis sword dipped.Only by an inch.It was enough.I rolled toward my fallen weapon, fingers scraping across the hilt.Steel kissed my palm.I came up swinging.He barely managed to intercept the strike.The impact drove him back two steps.His injured shoulder sagged.The arrow protruded through the joint, the shaft trembling with every movement.Whoever had fired it knew exactly where to aim.Not to kill.To break his rhythm.Rage flashed across his face.He snapped the shaft with one hand and let the broken wood fall.The arrowhead remained buried beneath the armor.Ignoring the pain, he raised his sword again."You've got loyal soldiers.""So do you."Below us, someone shouted."Archers! Hold your fire!"Another voice answered from the enemy ranks."No one interferes!"Neither army moved.Hundreds watched from the blood-soaked hillside.No one dared dishonor the duel.The commander attacked again.His speed hadn't vanished.But it had changed.His left arm no longer moved f
CelesteOur swords met before either of us finished the first step.The impact echoed across the ridge.He drove forward.I gave ground.Not because I had to.Because I wanted him committed.His blade came from the left.I caught it.He reversed the strike instantly, aiming for my ribs.Steel scraped steel as I twisted my wrist.Sparks burst between us.He spun with the momentum, his cloak sweeping across the stones.The next strike came from an angle I'd never seen before.I barely caught it.The force numbed my fingers.He was changing his rhythm.No longer measured.No longer testing.He wanted this finished.Good.So did I.I stepped inside his guard.Our shoulders slammed together.His breath escaped in a sharp grunt.I drove the pommel of my sword toward his temple.He ducked.The blow glanced off his helmet instead.He answered with a savage knee to my stomach.Air exploded from my lungs.Pain folded through my body.I stumbled back.He didn't hesitate.His sword flashed again.
CelesteSteel met steel.The impact rang through my arm.He didn't test my guard.He attacked to kill.Three strikes came in quick succession.High.Low.Then a thrust aimed straight for my heart.I turned the blade aside and stepped to my left. The point slipped past my ribs close enough for me to feel the rush of air.Fast.Faster than anyone I'd faced in years.His sword flowed back into guard without a wasted movement.No flourish.No arrogance.Only precision.Good.Those were the opponents worth remembering.He advanced again.I answered.Our blades collided in a blur, each searching for an opening the other refused to give.Around us, the battle continued.The clash of armies faded beneath the sharp rhythm of steel striking steel.He feinted toward my shoulder.I didn't bite.Instead, I drove my boot into his knee.He twisted away before the kick landed cleanly, losing only a step.A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth."You learn quickly.""I've had good teachers.""
Celeste The first volley struck before the echo of my command had faded.Arrows poured from the ravine in a black wave.The front ranks had nowhere to run.Men threw up shields. Others stumbled into those behind them. Horses screamed somewhere below as panicked handlers lost control.The enemy line folded in on itself."Second volley!" I shouted.The archers moved with practiced precision.Draw.Aim.Release.Another storm swept across the ridge.This time the arrows found gaps between shields. Soldiers dropped one after another, their careful formation dissolving into chaos.The commander reacted faster than most."Shields! Forward!" he roared.His officers repeated the order.Discipline returned in patches. Small groups locked shields together, creating pockets of resistance.Better than average.Still not enough."Mara."She was already moving.Her squad surged from the rocks on our left, slamming into the exposed flank before the enemy realized anyone had left cover.Steel rang t
Celeste The enemy kept climbing.One rank.Then another.Steel glimmered beneath the moonlight as shields rose over the lip of the ridge. Their commander was careful. He refused to rush, forcing his soldiers to secure every step before committing the next line.Smart.Very smart.I counted silently.Thirty.Forty.Fifty.Still not enough.Behind me, someone's breathing quickened."Captain..." Tomas whispered.I raised one finger.Wait.He fell silent.The enemy spread wider across the crest, expecting arrows that never came. They advanced cautiously, weapons drawn, eyes sweeping every shadow.One soldier kicked over an abandoned shield.Another prodded the ground with his spear."They really think we fled," Mara murmured."No," I whispered."They think we're hiding.""There isn't much difference.""There is."I watched their formation loosen."When people believe danger is close, they stay together.""And when they believe it's farther away?""They stop protecting each other."Almost
CelesteThe southern ridge was silent when I arrived, save for the occasional crunch of snow beneath boots and the faint whistle of wind threading through the pines. Moonlight filtered down in narrow slivers, pale and sharp, outlining every edge, every shadow, every dip in the terrain. The enemy ha
Celeste The morning mist clung stubbornly to the forest floor, curling around roots and boughs, turning everything it touched into shapes that seemed almost alive. I moved slowly, deliberately, letting the soldiers behind me fall into rhythm. Each step was careful, measured; each breath drawn deep
Celeste The wind had changed.It no longer whispered along the ridges or rattled the torches in soft menace. It roared, a raw and ragged thing that tore across the mountainside, whipping snow into horizontal sheets, stinging exposed skin and settling in every seam of clothing. My cloak clung to m
EdgarSmoke and snow do not belong together.One melts. One chokes.By the time we reached the first northern village, the snow along the road had turned gray with ash, trampled into slush by boots that did not belong to my people.I had seen battlefields.This was worse.Battle was chaos. Noise.







