The Day Came…
I stood with Margaret by my side as we watched Seman, Peter and Valkyries leaving on horseback. Rows of soldiers slowly marching out behind them.
Margaret was completely healed and wore a symbolic white dress as all Religias women do.
Each company moving to their separate location with a single colored row of soldiers behind them.
The plan was the same.
Seman would take one of the purple bases, Peter another one and the Valkyries the last.
"Do you think they'll win?" I ask Margaret.
"Yes, I do."
"Let's talk realistically."
"Yehn… maybe. What about you?"
"I don't think that they have a chance at winning."
Margaret turned to me with a curious look, "Why do you think that?"
"Isn't it too convenient?" I point to each row walking out through the city's cheering crowd, "They are all moving to their own direction, without the threat of time nor knowing who the enemy could be?"
"And your point?"
