Michael drew his sword and swung it a few times. "I want soldiers protecting the king at all times." The general said. "That won't be necessary, general. I can take care of myself, the troops should be worried about their own safety." Michael walked up to the other dragoons. "Ready, guys?"
"General." Michael said as he turned to his army's general. "Yes, my lord?" "Make sure the men are well prepared for battle." "Yes, sir." Michael sat down and sighed. "Second day on the job, and already I'm going to war....."
Michael looked at the troops that were gathered. "This is it? Oh well, it will have to do. Follow me and the other dragoons, men. We march to glory!" The soldiers saluted Michael.
"If war is coming, then I had best assemble the troops......I haven't been king long, and already I hate the job." "Deal with it kid. Things are going to get much worse from here, and your people are going to need a good person to lead them Michael began to gather his soldiers for the coming battle.
"War? Did Sophia have the same dream as I did?"
Michael landed near Cliff and Sophia. "Cliff, what happened?!"
"What the...." Michael jumped up upon hearing the scream. He headed towards where the scream originated.
Michael stretched. "Such a peaceful night....I hope my dream was only that, I don't think I'm ready to lead troops into war. "After all, you wouldn't want a second Demonium war, would you?" "Of course not."
Michael stopped playing the flute. He laid back and gazed at the stars. "What a nice night...." OOC: Bye true darkness
Michael felt a shiver go up his spine as the mist rolled in. He went back on the roof and played the flute for a little bit to calm himself.
A guard ran up to Michael. "My lord, are you alright?" "Yes, no thanks to you guards......what were you guys doing, playing Scrabble?!" "I-I'm sorry, my lord." "Forget it, just get back to your post." The guard ran off.
OOC: No, it's not. You are in charge of Kretsen and his minions, remember? BIC: "Who sent you?" "As if I would tell you...." The two men continued to clash blades until Michael caught him off guard. The assasin fell from the roof and Michael impaled his sword in the man as he flew down. "I hate being in politics....."
As Michael sat on the roof, lost in thought, he heard someone jumping on the roof. He turned to see an assasin with blade drawn slowly approaching him. "Time to die, Lord Michael!" He shouted as he swung his blade. Michael deflected the attack easily and moved to counter.
Michael walked outside and flew onto the roof of the inn. He needed some time to gather his thoughts. "Why can't I get this dream out of my head?"
"What to do........I don't know if my dream was a vision, or just a nightmare, but I can't just discard it. I must prepare my people for the worst......" Michael muttered to himself. "Talking to yourself, are you? That's unlike you, Michael." "It's nothing. Just leave me alone....." "Fine, whatever...."
"I just can't shake the feeling that the dream had some truth to it....." "What are you going to do?" "I guess I should prepare the keldon for war.....I don't know if I'm cut out to be a king." "Don't say that.....You can't lose faith in yourself."
"I could use a drink.... "Me too." Michael walked downstairs. "Barkeep, some ale." "Coming right up, your majesty." Michael sipped from the mug.
Michael awoke, screaming in horror. He had a dream of a demonic army, incapable of feeling fear or pain, marching to conquer the land. At the head of this unholy legion was Kretsen. "Was it just a dream, or is this a vision of events to come?" "How should I know? I'm not a mind reader!" "Let's hope that you aren't seeing the future....if you are, then the world shall soon be bathed in blood....." "Ok, don't even joke about things like that, Zephyr...Regardless, I have to tell the others...."
Michael fell asleep and went into his mind. "Doesn't look like much has changed..." "You're joking, right? When you had that fit of insanity, your mind looked like a warzone!" "Is that right? Looks like everything went back to normal, though." "Yeah, just don't do that again. You make it hard for an old dragon to get around when you change things like that."
Michael looked outside. "Nice view...." "Are you ok, Michael? You aren't going to go genocidal now, are you?" "Of course not! Thankfully, that passed." "I can attest to that...."
