#CHAPTER 91: To the Border

FELIX The news came bright and early on a Thursday morning. While flying above the southern border on a normal patrol, Albert had spotted a dark mass forming on the horizon and heading towards Fresonia: Charles’ army. They were only a few days’ march away, and approaching fast. It was time for war. I alerted the war council as soon as I got the news. We gathered in that tiny council room, this time joined by my parents and Mila, still in their pajamas. I had made a promise to them to include them in our planning, and now was as good a time as ever to start. By the looks on my friends’ faces, they knew. It was time. “We move out in three hours,” I announced, my voice hoarse from holding back emotion. “Do what you must in order to prepare. We will go to the southern border and make camp near the village of Barlow. Charles’ army will be there in a few days and we will meet them when they come.” Nicholas looked up at me, his eyes haunted, but his f