The Failed Mage

The failed mage felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for this diminutive white-haired woman. Together, they had travelled back to the Imperial lines outside of the harbor, and then on across the field directly toward the enemy.

“Thank you for doing this,” Lawrence said. “You don’t know what this means to me.”

“But I do,” Haku said quietly. “I too know what it’s like to want to protect the ones you love, and being willing to do anything to keep them safe.”

He nodded as they were approached by several enemy soldiers from Hukama’s army. They seemed to be expecting them. “State your business,” a samurai commanded.

“We’re here to see The Sword of a Thousand Suns,” Haku said quietly. “Tell him The White Feather has come.”

He nodded and left, leaving them to look upon the enemy lines, which were prepared for another deadly clash.