There were many ways to go to war.
While many adored the use of staves, swords, and arrows, little did they know that the true war began in the form of visits...
Whispers, coaxings, and friendly banter.
True war begins from the mouth, every other thing is just a representation of what had already been brought to be.
It was late at night, the time where most were already half asleep, and the crickets were practicing for their final sonata.
There was a flash of red hair, as a hooded woman made her way across the village, her very movements graceful.
The woman remembered a little conversation that had happened some hours ago.
"I already have the support of the people and a few elders. Can I trust you to handle the rest?" That was Eliron's request.
Right from the start of their meeting, through their perilous journey through the forest, this had been what brought them together in the first place.
A purpose.
