Waking up early the next morning, I left the bad and walked outside after getting dressed in a gown this time, the people of Sagedge need to see me act like a lady besides I am sure that Gwenn and others will be too busy to give me a sparring lesson. I wasn’t planning on doing much anyway.      I stepped outside the room to see that Orel didn’t leave a maid for me and why will he? He knows that I know my way around here more than any maid…I was also suspecting it was more than that. Like he wanted to see the way which the people would welcome me. I snorted at that thought. He will be highly disappointed though because they will not welcome me in any way, they might go ahead to pretend that they are not seeing me as if I was a ghost, it would not take them much to believe after all they already believed that my mother family came from a long line of powerful witches who were somehow missed during the burning times.

“They what?” I asked Elison who was reporting to me with fury in his eyes, he wanted to attack these people.“They set a pyre, they are demanding for Themis claiming she is a witch and they want to set her ablaze.” Elison repeated himself as I got out of my seat like lightning and left my tent as I growled. “They think that they have a say in the affairs of my army? I have been too fucking lenient on these people.” I marched to front of my camp where a line of my warriors were attacking as a barrier from allowing the villagers from entering into my camp and searching it for my wife. “What should we do warlord?” Gwenn asked through her clenched jaws.“Surround them with warriors Gwenn, they have incur my wrath and none of them are leaving without suffering from it.” I said as Gwenn nodded and left. I took note of the people around me and when I saw Boan, a red haze covered my eyes. “Where is my wife?” I de

The next two days, Gwenn was off to Northshore, she and her party were riding as if the hounds of hell was chasing after them, she wanted to be back to us as soon as possible but Orel already made plans of the war without her and she was determined not to allow those plans come to fruition. The attack by Erisea seems to have reduced but I actually knew better than to hope that Erisea will soon wave a flag of surrender. I moved around town under the watchful eyes of my husband warriors and the hateful eyes of my tribe. I tried to shake off the feeling of dread that stabs at my spine, my tribe were harmless. They have no way of fighting against the thousands of warriors to get to me. The warriors who were putting a strain on the land, even with the additional food rations which all parts of Dar usually contribute to the army being directed here, the strain was still noticed. This was not like the army plains where they normally resides, where my husband calls hom

I was silent as I watched Dyane touch and prod parts of my body. At first I was not, after she had given me water and I could talk without my throat feeling like a knife was being sharpened at it, I told them as the attack and what happened. Elison left to give orders and spread the news that I was finally awake. Now he is back in the tent, seated beside me as Dyane carry out her examination on me.  “What has been happening?” I questioned Elison who looked away.“You need to rest” he finally said when I asked him the question again and it became obvious that I will not leave the issue alone.“I need to know what is going on in my husband camp” I argued.Elison looked torn and when he glanced at Dyane who shook her head not wanting Elison to say anything I added. “Please, it is better I know. If I don’t, my mind will make up situations worse than what is going on.” 

    “Why are we been treated like animals?” The chief of the village roars in anger.“Cause you will soon die like one.” I replied in a soft tone that immediately stopped the murmurs raising from the crowd that was gather, I looked to Elison who was standing beside other commanders with his arms folded like he was barely restraining himself from killing those people in the circle of guards who were tied together and from the looks of it, they have also been roughly handled. That brought a smile to my face which I am sure made me look sinister.  “Themis.” The chief barks out my name.  I nodded at the warrior who was holding a whip and facing the villagers to prevent them from coming closer to those tied up. Like a flash of lightening, he spun on his heels and crack the whip on the chief back then turn back to face the crowd.  Cries of outrage