"I'm sure you've all heard the news." I started, pacing the large tent, "And I hope that you've all learned something from what happened."

I was in a large tunic, seeing as it was easier to lift over my head and didn't mess with the bandages. The only problem was it billowed around me like a bad Halloween costume.

The council was silent. 

"I'm sure you can all remember how opposed I was to the idea of fortifying the castle?"


"Because this council failed to recognize my authority and the advice of our best military minds, I have an announcement to make."

I paused, clapping my hands together.

"I'm all for democracy. I didn't realize the council wasn't prepared for it. As the High Commander I will retain the power to overrule any decisions this council votes on."

The silence broke soon after that.

"What in Hell's name-"

"You have to respect-!"

"How dare you speak-"

"Quiet, please." I muttered, feeling my shoulder.

"Everyone, shut up!" Eversio yelled, making the tent go quiet, "Let her finish!"

I gave him a small nod.

"We salvage what we can from the castle, and we abandon it. We'll send the occasional patrol, but I don't want to lose any more people."

"Commander," Manara interjected, "We could use the castle-"

I cut her off.

"-thank you for your input, but I've made my decision."

She looked exasperated but didn't say anything.

"If anyone has an issue with the choices I make, take it up with Lucifer." I offered, "This meeting is over."

Everyone dispersed, and a few moments later Charon walked in.

"You more awake today?" I asked, sitting down.

"I can almost walk in a straight line." he yawned, "Rescue missions really take it out of you."

"Right." I replied, "So tell me, was"


"The arrow I took. Was that the threat to the King?"

Charon scratched his head of white hair.

"Maybe? I don't know. I'll be out of the vision business a few days."

"We could always go with my plan?"

"It's not going to work."

"Why not?"

He sighed.

"Even if I manage to pull off pretending to be the King for the rest of the war, there's no way he would agree, or that I could knock him out for that long. I don't think I'd be able to hold the illusion that long anyways."

I made a face.

"Then what do you expect me to do? I'm officially out for the count, and Lucifer's hardly going to slow down his battle rage-"

Charon waved away my concern.

"I think you'll get better faster than you expect. Just get some rest, okay? I know I need some."

He almost fell over in exhaustion and I propped him up with my good arm, pushing him out of the tent.

"Go sleep. Now."

"Okay, mother." he sighed, stumbling off.

I made my way back to my tent, lying down. The pain had reduced to an unsteady set of jolts down my arm, and I was pleasantly surprised to find food waiting for me.

Spaghetti. Swimming in hot sauce. 

In a word; perfection.

The End

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