“Your majesty the sky!” Looking up thousands of pygmies fell from the trees attacking at will. Due to their small size they were able to cause great harm without being harm themselves. As the battle raged on Jennicus was escorted to safer ground and both sides suffered casualties. The pygmies once killed were skinned as their tough skin would be used to make shields, those captured alive were tortured and eventually killed. Although, the pygmies sustained more casualties it was the soldiers themselves who suffered greater loss. Majority of the soldiers who fell were not dead however due to their injuries they proved useless not able to engage in battle further. The pygmies taking full advantage of their small size slashed the achilles tendon of the enemy soldiers. The injury along with the wound was so painful and detrimental it crippled them making it difficult for them to stand let alone walk. As the battle raged on messengers traveled back and forth from the battle grounds through a secret underground path to the castle providing the queen with updates.

“Your majesty the battle continues the lives lost are grave.”

“Lives lost all at the expense of ones greed for position and power!”

“She gives command for her ships to block all entrances to the canal, “the queen did not respond which concerned the messenger greatly, “Your majesty a decision must be——-.”

“I have commanded all children seek protection through the canal if she succeeds the lives of all innocence will be stilled God help us all, “she says worriedly.

“Lara, you have a visitor.”

“I am not expecting company see them away, “she says not making eye contact shoveling hay in the horse stable.

“Apologies, we have company.”

“We, Auscha I am not expecting company nor am I in the mood for conversa——-, “turning around she pauses as she sees her awaiting company. Waiting a few seconds she throws down the pitch fork she was using and bows.

“I’ve ask you not to bow before me.”

“I must as it is courtesy rendered before a princess, “she says speaking in a sarcastic tone.

“Lara, “she says grabbing her arm, “Rise to your feet.”

“It was agreed upon to keep distance, “she says coldly.

“An agreement I opposed nor acknowledged!”