Sadon blinked his eyes but sleep would not come. Shifting positions, he tried not to think of the battle to come. Hearing footsteps outside of his pavilion, he decided to see what was happening. As he stepped through the flap the cool mountain breeze swept over the still valley rustling through the trees and pavilions of the Mythronian army. Not far from his pavilion there was one of the guard fires. Beside it sat the new lord of Falmor, Mikkal Geir. Mikkal looked up from what he was doing and addressed the king, “Can you not sleep, my lord?”
“Sleep never comes easy to me before a battle, Lord Geir,” replied Sadon taking a seat beside Mikkal.
They sat in silence for a while. Sadon noticed that Mikkal was carving something. In an attempt to make conversation that didn’t revolve around the impending battle he asked Mikkal, “What is that you are carving?”
“A horse and rider,” Mikkal replied not looking up from his work. “It’s for my youngest sister. Whenever I can’t sleep because of some challenge I sit down with a block of wood and carve something for her. By the time I finish I’m tired enough to sleep.” With that, Mikkal blew the shavings off the wood one last time and handed the finished product to Sadon. “I better get some sleep. I hear we’re riding at dawn.”
“Aye you had better do that. The bloomin’ dwarves won’t keep our city for long,” Sadon said passionately. “We’ll show them as much mercy as they showed the people of Meids. Make them pay a heavy price for taking one of our cities and drive back to the sea from where they came.”
“Very well, my king.” Mikkal and Sadon both returned to their own pavilions.
Early the next morning the camp was alive as soldiers extinguished fires and made last minute preparations. Sadon mounted his horse, his armor shining in the early morning sun. “Soldiers of Mythron,” Sadon shouted for all to hear. “This is the first time a Mythronian city has fallen since the Sacking of Tomeu. This time there will be no peace with the enemy. We will take back our city and drives these creatures from our lands. Ride! Ride to Meids!”
Sorry for the poor pictures, I barely have any time.