The elf was awakened by the fact that someone was pushing her. Opening her eyes, she realized that she was lying on the usual stove and that Marana was sitting next to her.
"Well, you have a dream like you are dead."
"It's morning already?"
The elf girl remembered yesterday evening, the magician, burning eyes, and hot kisses. But how she walked to the stove, she couldn’t remember.
"Did you see how I went to bed?" She asked her friend.
"What?" Marana was surprised. "No. When I came, you already slept without hind legs."
"It's strange; I don’t remember how I came here."
"You were drunk? Did you do anything stupid?"
The girl froze, trying to remember some stupid things she might have done, but after the kiss in her head there was a void.
"I don’t remember," the girl breath puzzled.
"Well, that’s weird, friend. Get up, an urgent fee was announced. I don’t know what happened there, so I don’t want to be late."
"Tomorrow the gathering of forces will begin" a beloved voice in the head of the elf spoke. A lump rose in her throat. And this day has come. We are going on war.
The girls ran out of the tent, passing lamentations for yesterday's holiday because of which someone didn’t get enough sleep, and someone doesn’t remember how he went to bed at all. Having run into the place of gathering, elfs accompanied the ranks of magicians. Daaron wasn’t in the ranks.
The head of the Military Council of the camp spoke of the urgent need for the army to advance into the suburbs of Tolactat. The army of the north occupied the fifth city of the Sanhad Empire. The Empire needs reinforcements. And this camp is closest to Tolaktat. They must provide support to fight off the border town and enter the territory of the Northern Empire. He wished the soldiers to be strong and remember that they were fighting not only for the Empire, but for their loved ones and relatives as well.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Thank you for reading
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