A Rebels Reason

Morgan cursed, not entirely under her breath. Walking and walking bored her. The near constant yammer of Dante annoyed her, but the thought of tearing some rebels head off thrilled her. Vadellya used magic to transform Dante to a less massive form. He was now back to his ugly lizard looking half dragon self. Morgan guessed he was scared of running into Jonathan agaon.

When he was still in full glory, he already flew over the enemy camp. A village about 20 miles from where they were reinforced and dug in. Genevan citizens were suffering, served them right if they were not strong enough to defend themselves. Now, they were taking a very small force and trying to get close enough to get more details before the main force of 8,000 charged forward and destroyed the rabble. With any luck Morgan could get her claws into a couple of those worthless night elves herself.

An elven solider fell dead and arrow sticking from his chest. "ATTACK!!" One of the Enron elves called out. They move to fall into an archer line Vadellya falling behind them. Dante Had swords drawn standing infront of the archers his chest rising and falling. He looked like an idiot with tendrils of smoke escaping his nostrils.

Annoyance turned to anger and she spun that into fire. Fire erupted in the middle of what must have been 20 or 25 elves.

The few remaining scatter. She hit them again

Nothing moved.

After combing the wreckage for a few minutes an injured Night Elf was found. Morgan found it curious the tatooes and body art that were over its body. It shook knowing that death was near. Morgan laughed on the inside but just smiled on the outside. Dante spoke up first, "answer our questions. How many of you are there?"

It answered still shaking, "4000."

"Is prince Air Rose with you?"

"Yes, we're waiting for Queen Illyenna."

"You'll be dissapointed then she just sent an army she's not coming."

"The Queen on the throne is an imposter. The real Illyenna is on her way. Thats what they are waiting for. Please let me go."

"Not until we know everything you know."

"Thats it I don't know anything else."

Morgan pulled a small dagger and pulled it across its throat. Gitty shivers raced through her as the night elf gurgled on its own blood. "It said it did not know anything else. We have our scouting report. Lets get back to camp."

Morgan was vaguely aware of the shock and appauling look crossing all their faces. It was as if they did not know war.

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After another day of travel they could see the camp. The battlements and pallisades rested on the inside of the treeline but they could see flying banners. It was no longer the Eternal Tree of Enron, instead it flew the Grey Dragon. The personal symbol of Jonathan 'The Rock' Greyfoot.