November 11th, 2019

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Sheila

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I stood at the top of the stairs that lead to the gates of the Faerie Palace. My troops and fellow generals waited for me at the bottom. I was the last to descend, my mates arm snug tightly around my waist. My black sleeveless dress hugged every part of my body, showing all my insecurities, though I had my chin high. Only I could bring myself down now.

"Be safe," my mate, having his black uniform, golden chains hung off his shoulders, his jacket being held together by golden buttons. He leaned down and kissed me on my forehead.

He looked beautiful dressed up in his uniform. He rarely pulls it out, the only time I had seen it so far was now, and a day ago. I wondered if he washed it from yesterday to today. Knowing him, I didn't want the answer.

He didn't have to look as slick as he did today, no other king that wasn't going on the voyage was wearing it. Though it was of greatest tier of respect for a king, such as my mate, to wear his uniform to see someone off.

"I'll do my best," I teased, a smile on my lips. He growled and pulled me by my hips. I was flushed against his body, grinning up at my beautiful mate. How long would it be till I saw this blue eyes again?

"I don't like the sound of that. Im starting think you should stay."

I wrapped my arms around his neck, "I must go before you change your mind."

He kissed me, "you'll be safe?" It came out as a question, he would have to do a lot of meditation if he was this worried about me, as I haven't stepped foot off of friendly territory.

"For you, I will," I teased kissing his lips one last time. I unwrapped my arms from around his and untangled myself from his embrace. I turned and took a step down.

I felt him reach out and grab my hand. "I love you." His eyes swimming with worry.

I smiled, "I love you more." I wondered if love was the word to describe the bond between us. The word 'love' seemed too weak.

He let me go and I turned my head to the large army below. I raised my chin once more, straightened out the beautiful cape trailing behind me on the pearl white steps. One step after another now.

His eyes never left my person even when I was help the others pack all the logistics needed to survive.

Not till I was far away from the castle that I felt his presents leave my side.

The chills that I received, now that I knew I was on my own, was oh so daunting.

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I grunted from the weight I have been caring for hours now. While I'm in my wolf form I have been carrying around eight hundred pounds of food. I was now eight times the size of a normal horse and I thought that carting food on my back would be a good idea. Wrong, and this lead me to learn a brutal lesson, use your head before your stomach.

There was a caw up ahead, I looked up to see a crow swooping down next to me. In a blink of an eye, the crow was now one of my fellow generals. He was probably joining me in the back, to help keep the men in line.

He walked alongside me, he doesn't talk much, I didn't know a lot about him besides the fact the he is the King of the Crows. Though, I think he has taken a liking to me because he always seems to be hovering by me. Even now he just walked besides me not uttering a word.

If I hadn't known better, I would have forgotten he was there in the first place. The King of Crows was a good-looking young man, probably a year or two older than myself, he had black hair and black eyes. He had tanned skin and black crow wings. He didn't wear much armor, just black metal pants and a sliver of metal on his torso. He displayed his tattooed arms that were filled with swirls and lines.

I grunted again, my knees almost buckling as I stepped over a large log. "We are almost there," I almost didn't hear the words at all.

I looked over to the King of Crows to see him not looking at me but the people ahead of me. Was that his way of cheering me on? Well it worked.

Sure enough up ahead tents due to Xion who had ran ahead of us with his personal troops. Xion, the King of Crows, and myself were all one Legion, while Herus and the King of Werewolves were taking a different route. We thought it would be best to flank Kolgrim at the field. Splitting our forces in half.

I sighed in relief as I saw my black and gold flags flying. It meant my troops that were up ahead were safe. Sure I should be worried about everything and everyone. Though a little spot in my heart will always be weak for my own men.

I entered the camp the King of Crows, that I now call KC in my head, alongside me. I stopped at the unloading station and KC helped me unload. I was very grateful for his wordless help. We both don't talk that much because we didn't need to fill the air with useless ramble. I think that is why we worked so well together.

I shifted back into my human form, stretching out the second I could. "Thank you..." I couldn't call him KC, that would be rude, and a little bit insane.

"Cebrus, Cebrus Flerint," he nodded, his face void of emotion.

"Cebrus," I smiled softly, we walked towards the generals tent where Xion was would be waiting. "My name is Sheila."

He nodded his head. There was no ill -will in the notion. He just didn't like to speak much. I opened the flap to the tent, green and gold everywhere, I ducked into it to see the map of where we were all spread out.

"We have a problem." Xion said as soon as we were inside. I raised an eyebrow.

"What is wrong?" I asked placing my hands gently on the table with the map.

"We have traveled to far, to fast." I made a puzzled look. Too fast? Were we supposed to stop somewhere eyes. "The rangers have given us feedback that Kolgrims army is just up ahead."

I gasped quietly, "is he aware? How far away is he?" We could have our cover blown.

"Not yet he is about fifty miles out, close enough that we will need to send out rangers every hour to check his location." Xion said, his eyebrows drawn, this is the most serious I had ever seen him.

"The rangers are going to be terrified to see that their enemy is so close." Xion rubbed his face.

"I'll go out with them." His head snapped up.

"What?" Xion said eyes slightly widened.

"I'll go out with the rangers. If a queen is going out along side them, they will feel like they have nothing to fear, right?"

"Dangerous." Cebrus spike looking to me. "Dangerous for a general."

"Exactly, Zaivinth will have my head if you get injured being a ranger."

"I won't get injured," I shrugged, "plus it will boost moral among the soldiers, not to mention a general will be getting a first hand view of the army."

Cebrus nodded, a hand going to his chin in thought, "yes."

"Yes? Are you saying you agree with her?" Xion looked to Cebrus. He nodded with a shrug.

Cebrus placed a hand on his hips, "smart." He nodded towards me.

Xion sighed, "I can't deny that it is a good idea, though Zaivinth will have my head if you get injured." He looked at me his eyes hardening, "you get back here alive, all men alive or none."

I nodded turning on my heels, I walked towards the opening to the tent, "I'll let them know that will be out there right away."

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This is what Sheila was wearing. Or if you imagined her wearing something cooler. Imagine away.

This is the basics of what Vince was wearing.

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