Northern border front lines…
A steady line of machinery and short stout men held a firm line in the north. The soldiers of the Alastine Kingdom numbers were slowly falling with each charge. Blanche Alastine, the First Princess of Alastine looked over at Nicholai Alastine the Third Prince of Alastine with a face full of worry. "Third Brother if this keeps going..."
"First Sister, I know… All we have to do is hold the line. If we do not hold the line we will lose more than you can imagine. All we can do is wait for her... " Prince Nicholai took a glance behind him only to let out a sigh.
"Will she really make it as Royal Father said?" Blanche could see that their soldiers were not going to last much longer. Out of the one million that they brought a fraction of that was left. But they still kept their morals even with their comrades dying left and right, they held firm.
