HeYurFlas (GxG) (Girlxgirl) (GL)

War

The beginning of the end came abruptly. I prepared the army and shored the defense at Fort Horns, and took measures against the invasion by the Kingdom of Valhalla, as it happened in the plot of the game. But, the story had ultimately changed.

All because I fell in love with Eugenie.

“Urgent news!” a knight in tattered armour cried as he burst into the office. “A large number of Valhalla troops have appeared in front of Fort Horns and fighting’s already broken out!”

“What did you say?!” I cried as I looked up from my desk.

It was night time. The paperwork I and Randolph had been trying to complete was forgotten as the soldier gave his full report: about an hour ago, an army of about two-to-three-thousand soldiers suddenly appeared in front of the Fort Horns and raised the Valhallan flag.

“What of the fortress!?” I cried. “Has it fallen!?”

“The-They… they’ve brought a fire dragon, to melt the snow and burn down the fortress at the same time!” he cried.

“A fire dragon?!” Randolph cried.

I am surprised as my brother, startled looks on both our faces.

“Is it the fire dragon that lives at the Burning Peak?” I asked. “No one should have been able to get close to it…”

“We were helping to fortify Fort Horns, so we were unable to spot their movements!”

I punched a wall. It was all going so wrong… I thought it would be best to reinforce Fort Horns, but now this! It would have better if our forces hadn’t been so concentrated there!

The main means of air superiority in this world, flying dragons, do not have nearly as much destructive power, and could only really use hit-and-run tactics. It was different altogether with flame dragons.

Compared to modern military technology, they were like flying tanks equipped with heavy artillery. Despite superior agility, offensive, and durability, however, they were difficult to tame, all but impossible for the average man. They only inhabited the Burning Peak, an active volcano at the northernmost part of Valhalla, and all humans trying to approach it either died from the heat or were turned to charred corpses.

But now the soldiers of Valhalla were using them as weapons.

“I couldn’t fight any longer…” the messenger said. “The commander ordered me to inform you, the Marquis! By now, the commander and my friends…”

“I understand the situation,” Randolph said. “You’ve done good work, you may rest now!”

“Ha…” the messengers sighed.

“Inform everyone in the castle, all will prepare for battle!” Randolph cried. “Fort Horns has fallen, Castle Stanley is next!”

The castle went into a frenzy, but some doubted that Fort Horns had fallen. In spite of the attack by enemy forces, they believed it wouldn’t yield so easily. In response to their suspicions, I said, “Big Brother! Let me go check Fort Horns!”

“What are you saying, Rosalind?!” Randolph cried. “To run right into danger…!”

“Rose Village is just past Fort Horns!”

“Ah…! I see…” Randolph’s expression changed, he thought for a moment. “… Rosalind, I need to speak with you. It’ll be about ten minutes. Let’s go to my room.”

“Understood,” I said.

We went to Randolph’s room. The world outside the window was eerily calm and quiet, but the sky above Fort Horns was burning red even in the dark of night—and heading to the direction of Rose Village.