War

Date: 30th December, 1474

The Dark Lord stood at the periphery of the Magna kingdom. War against the king Aldrich Eversons began. Enemies being aggressive, burst into the kingdom. 

Soldiers of Magna tightened their grips on the weapons. Their eyes widened as they saw witches flying towards them on their broomsticks. Although they had encountered witches several times before, having a war against thousands of them at a time was challenging. It was the first time they had a war against magical creatures. 

"Dodge this mere human." One of the witches squeaked. 

She raised her broomstick, moving upwards and sprinkled a green powder on him. 

"Ahhhhhh!" Screamed the soldier as his eyes burned. 

He rubbed his eyes trying to soothe them. The witch cackled looking at the struggle. She picked him by one hand and moved upward. 

"How dare you touch me, you filthy woman? Put me down!" The man yelled at her. 

"You want me to put you down. As you wish, human." She said in a squeaky voice.

She dropped him from a great height. The man screamed in fear. As soon as he hit the ground, the witch set fire in that region. 

Other soldiers tried to harm the flying witches with their spears and swords but it was of no use. They weren't even able to touch the witches with them. 

All the witches started sprinkling the green power on the troop. Screams surrounded the battle ground. Powder made the eyes burn. Witches grabbed the soldiers and dropped them from a great height, right into the fire. The troop ran back in the opposite direction leaving the battle ground. 

Battle ground echoed by the voices of screams and cackles. First day of the war was a hazard by the loss of one eighth of the soldiers and not even a single scratch on enemies. 

"Why didn't they use the weapons I created?" Lenn asked, frowning at the head of the soldiers. 

"To know how strong our enemy was." Replied a deep voice. 

Lenn recognised the voice of his King. He turned around and bowed. 

"But his Majesty, we lost many lives today." Lenn reasoned.

"Loss in battle is common. If we had used your weapons today, the enemy would have come prepared for the next battle. We took a step back only to jump four steps ahead." The King explained. 

Lenn nodded worryingly. He didn't know how the battle was planned but hoped for the good in the end. 

Date: 6th January, 1475

Strategy of stretching the battle for days was working. Enemies were becoming frustrated with not getting enough meals. This affected their battle as well. 

Soldiers saw the witches flying towards them on their broomsticks. They tightened their grip on weapons.

"Time to use the special weapons." Head of the troop announced. 

Everyone took out the huge round ball. The witches stopped in their tracks and looked curiously at the huge round balls. They thought the army would throw them but seeing them threw the balls on the ground they cackled. 

As expected, they weren't aware of the new weapons and continued to strode towards the soldiers. As soon as they reach near the round balls, a sharp silver needle hits them, piercing their scaly skin. 

Before they realized what was happening they were turned into ashes. The witches following behind stopped on their tracks suddenly looking at their fellow sisters turning into ashes. 

They realized it was all because of the huge round balls placed on the ground. Few of them tried to pass them from a distance, but the round balls covered a huge distance. The needles launching from the balls had a great speed and targeted the witches flying over it accurately. 

Some of them got down from their broomsticks and walked towards the soldiers but the profound soldiers slit their necks as soon as they crossed the round balls. 

Frustrated, the Dark Lord sent his soldiers towards the enemies. The Magna troop pulled out another weapon and threw it on the ground. This time it was a small metal knitted square piece. The pieces started expanding themselves and connected themselves with the other pieces around it. Soon a huge metal knitted blanket covered the battle ground. 

One of the enemy soldiers stepped on it gathering great courage. He smiled looking down as nothing happened. As he turned around to inform his fellow soldiers, he found his ankle being stuck on the metal knitted piece. 

Unable to move, he started hitting on the metal, trying to release himself from the clutch, but failed miserably. 

The Dark Lord got frustrated looking at the failure of his soldiers. He sent his greatest fifty soldiers forward. 

Fifty soldiers came forward and tried to destroy the metal trap. They set fire on it along with one of their soldiers stuck. But couldn't be destroyed. 

"I will destroy the one who has made these weapons." The Dark Lord murmured in a frustrated manner. 

*****

"His Majesty, you called me?" Lenn bowed to his King. 

"The weapons you created have mesmerizing results on the battle ground. We are able to hold the enemies for a longer time than I had thought. So far we are ruling the battle ground. Hoping for the battle to end soon." The King praised Lenn for the weapons he created. 

"The enemy seems frustrated, his Majesty." Lenn mentioned that the head of the troop had informed him. 

"Indeed." 

"I am afraid my weapons can take that much damage. Sorry for my failure." Lenn said, lowering his voice. 

"You did your best Lenn. Now it all depends on the fate of Magna." The King said, sighing deeply.

The King very well knew the conditions of weapons as they were becoming weak day by day with all those attacks on them. He knew they couldn't hold back the enemies anymore. He was worried and came to a conclusion.

"I understand. But if only my weap-" 

"The battle will be led by me from here onwards Lenn. And I want you to stay away from it." The King interrupted him.

"But King, I might be needed in-" Lenn tried to convince but got interrupted again.

"The Kingdom needs you if we lose the war. Treat this as my command." The King stated. 

Lenn bowed to the King in agreement and moved back to his village, Helenton.

Date: 5th March, 1475

Days passed and the enemy still couldn't break the metal trap and the round balls. Rage was building in the Dark Lord. He wanted to crush the kingdom of Manga by any means. 

"Lord, they couldn't break the chain either." One of the knights entered the tent to inform him. 

The Dark Lord looked at him furiously. He kicked the small table in front of him. Je moved towards the knight and pulled him closer grabbing his collar, furiously. 

"They want me to step in the battle ground. Eh?" He said, looking straight into the knight's eyes furiously. 

"Then be as they wish." He said, pushing his knight fiercely backward. 

He stepped ahead and announced, "You will realize what death is, Aldrich. I was giving you an easy death but it seems like you and your soldiers don't like that. Now be ready to get slaughtered by my hands."