The Legend of Zachary Sainte pt 3

JP with Ender and Thaen

"Hearken to me! To the gates! To the gates!" Enanth called, raising a hand for the Dalish to see. Soon, attackers began to fall back. But not fast enough as the Inquisition seemed to pour out of hidden alcoves across the city. Where Verden soldiers once fought, now trained mage-killers were cutting into them. Mages fell even as ordinary soldiers rallied to the gate.

"I dare say they have compromised our retreat," Enanth said, wiping blood from his eyes. "We must break out now if we are to retreat."

"More killing. How did this happen?" Spoke the lord, readying his blade as they both ran down the streets. Piles of both sides lay in slain heaps, blood running from the streets to the gutters. "I knew my enemy. I knew his strength. I chose my fight. We should have won."

"In this, I disagree, Lord Sainte," Stormcrow responded, bring his blade up to parry thrice a Verden soldier who charged from an alley. His return blow parted head from shoulders. "When you began this campaign to the heart of Verden, I knew of the anger you kept in your heart. You have let it fester- Fulmen! -for too long." He finished this as a knight came at them from another street, the lightning bolt striking his chest plate to fling him to the ground. He turned to Zacahary as the knight smoldered. "We have both been trained. We both know how emotions played in it. You have let yours take you."

Zacahary did not speak for a second before he rounded on the mage. "I am still a lord of Dalen, Stormcrow," he dryly remarked, reminding him of his station.

"Aye, and a fine lord you have become! But one that will be dead by vengeance." As he said that, Enanth had no tone other than a gentle patience despite his breath and the battle around them. He spoke not in accusation of wrongs hinted, it was truth. Even as he said, he defended.

The lord thought for a moment upon this even as he froze and shattered an offender for daring to try and lay him low with the sword. As they crossed the final street, they reached gates. Here, the battle had receded, Verden giving chase acrossed the darkened fields. And it was here that Sainte rose his hand and let it drop. From the sky, the dark clouds let loose the ferocity of nature, brilliant flashes striking bulwark and humans with abandon. The army disengaged in full at the barrage, quickly gaining ground that was out of range of arrow and ballista.

He soon got back on his steed and quickly rode off, leaving Enanth alone with the men, all of which were concerned with him leaving. One question remained, "Why did he leave when so close to victory?"

Present Day
The devil looked up from the page, "That is Enanth's account of Lord Sainte."

Soldor now knew where Draken got his ferocious ways. Something began to bother Soldor, "You chuckled at the idea of Zachary being poisoned, why is that?"

Before the demon could answer, Frederick Lowson entered the room, sending chills in the tent. He stared at the devil, "Shouldn't you be aiding the repair of Opra Dale?" It gave a fearful nod, "Yes, I should, apologies, Lord Lowson." He quickly skittered away, leaving Soldor with the same man he feared.

"Why do you have His Majesty's family book? I don’t remember him asking for that." He stared coldly at the man. Soldor closed the book gently, "I wanted to see if there were any connections to the fate of the Sainte family and the Nameless. Apologies."

He gently handed the book to the man, he looked up at the man, "How long do you plan to do this?"

Fredrick gave him a cold smile, "When Dalen truly needs me, they have their king." Soldor nodded in agreement, "Very well… Lord Sainte." He left his tent, leaving the man alone.

"Took them long enough." He chuckled to himself before opening the book again, this time to Emilia's page. "Don't worry my daughter, soon you'll be free and you will be united with your son. I swear it, as my role as a father and a grandfather. I will save you from the Nameless."

Zachary Sainte looked out at the rebuilding of Opra Dale, "Now, I guess we should speak, Bathlazaar Gelt." He created an orb of ice and used it to contact the Crimson Mage, the plot for Draken's war had begun.