Having done this before, I convinced myself that nerves were unusual but not unexpected. I stepped out from my tent. Taking in a breath of cold, crisp air I looked around. There were thousands of men wearing armor preparing for war. War, what a despicable thing! At least thats how most people view it. Me? I enjoy it. Every scream of pain and agony. The satisfaction of my blades cutting through flesh is what I live on! It doesn’t matter who I’m fighting! So long as I get to cut people down! “Eversor s..sir?” I turned and looked down to the knight who had spoken my name. He flinched at the blood thirst in my black eyes. “Yes?” I tried a smile as I had seen others do, but he just looked more scared. Maybe because of the fangs? “The huh the cap…captain wants to se…see you.” “Alright I’ll head there now.” I patted him on the shoulder and he looked like he had just taken a glance at death himself. I went back into my tent and put on my long, leather jacket covering a number of my tattoos and scars. I sheathed my dual blades and put a dagger in my boot. I stared at the mirror in the corner of the tent. Black irises stared back at me. Black horns twisted above my head and a long white braid draped down my back showing my pointed ears. A little over a dozen piercings ran down both ears. A long scar stretched from above my lip down my throat to my chest. I left the tent and the soldier was there waiting. He led me to a large tent with knights out front. “Sir Danes here with Eversor Ma’am!” “Let him in!” I walked into the tent. A large table was in the middle with a map on it with little figures marking the location of both troops and enemies. Standing by the table looking down at the map was a woman. She was dressed in armor and held one such wooden figure. “Do you know why you’re here?” “I have a few guesses.” “Your here because while the king trusts you I don’t. I’ve heard of you and what you do.” “All good things I hope.” “I’ve heard that you’ve taken down armies without help. I’ve heard that you can tear a full grown man apart with your bare hands.” “Oh good, I thought you had heard bad things.” “I’ve also heard that you have no loyalty. That you betray the armies who hired you.” “Why is everything you’ve heard so accurate? Anyway your point?” “My point is that if you even think of betraying us, I will kill you myself. It doesn’t matter if your Dragonfolk or one of your dragon ancestors. You won’t escape my blade.” I looked around the tent. “So, are you done with your threats? I want to be on the front lines and the longer I spend talking to you the longer I have to wait till the battle.” I left the tent and made my way to the front. Why does it take so long? The army so very painfully, slowly approached. Finally the captain finished her speech of glory and whatnot and raised her hand to march to battle. I couldn’t take it and I ran ahead. It looked like a single white rabbit charged against an oncoming silver ocean.