I step outside to face at least 40 mounted amazons, blades drawn, spirit bows ready and all aimed for me.

The most ornate amazon looks at me and reveals a magic scroll with a decree from the council which reads “Soldiers of the stars you have been defeated and will be taken as prisoner by order of the council. Lay down your arms or cease to exist “ she finished reading.

“ well as you can see witch it's just me, so sorry but there will be no blood to fill your bellies with, “I say stabbing my sword into the ground. 

“ it does not matter, who are you boy, you can’t be a day over 15 cycles “ she continues “Are you a blacksmith's aide “The rest of the soldiers laugh hysterically. 

“ 17 cycles for your information, and i'm the commander of what was the blood division of the nation of stars, “I say pouring some water on my hands and washing away the dirt, and blood. 

“ you the commander, impossible! the commander is said to have the power of a thread weaver “ she says laughing again. 

“I have chosen to not regenerate any elixir as a sign of goodwill in my surrender, but I require a few things before I completely surrender, first..”

she cuts me off 

“Who says you are surrendering boy?. You think we can't just kill you here ?” 

she responds with pure malice in her voice, drawing her blade and pointing it directly at my chest.

“ You would kill me if you thought there would be no repercussions, but we both know the council needs someone to blame the bloodshed on“ I keep going to taunt her “The innocents on the ground, whose going to explain to their families what happened here, the rest of your amazons? how many do you think I’ve slaughtered like cattle going to the butcher,” I state darkening the entire mood, returning these warriors to reality, war plagues us all, no matter the age. A warrior is a warrior and no matter what age, the blood on their hands will never wash off. 

“ what do you want scum?“ she responds to me, with a fire in her eyes as she sheathes her sword, her bloodlust now thick in the air, so thick a blade could cut it. 

“All I want is for you to allow me to transmit the bodies back to our home, for the families of my men. You’ve won this battle, this war, there is no honour to be found leaving the dead to colour the field. we owe the living the chance to bury their dead “I plead, to allow me to give this final gift to my nation. 

“I will allow it, but then you will return to the city of thornes and be judged for your crimes before the council.” 

she responds with a sense of pride, imprisoning someone half her age, but as I said, war doesn't discriminate, I became a captain at 14 cycles and a commander on the day of my 16th cycle. I have no right to judge them, the blood was spilt,… that I’ve spilt. No amount of repention will forgive me for the things I've done, but maybe, in some distant time; a string of fate will be woven in our favour. the amazons fly me on the back of their pegasus in a mage cage, one preventing the gathering of elixir from nature. Leading to the very power which made me unmatched in combat, useless. As we arrive at the city of Thornes, the council Akademia, the largest educational institution towers over the entire city, with huge sharp sky piercing buildings which leave holes in the clouds above. We land at the steps of the council house. 

“ it seems you've all been waiting for me, “I say with a smug look on my face when suddenly the but of a rifle clashes with my cheek causing me to spit blood. 

“ silence dog, you will be judged soon “ the council-house guard who the war maidens handed me off to say as we walk into quite possibly the largest single room I've ever seen, “the echo must be insane in here, “I say under my breath, trying to lighten the situation. As I walk down the aisle and head towards the stands, I see some faces of shock, horror disgust, a few oos and gasps as they see my appearance, war-torn, dried blood practically caking me with dirt, the colour of my hair changed to a murky dark red and black from brown. I am chained onto the pillar before 7 councilmen and women in elegantly draped robes.