Titus would wake up in a cold sweat after nightmares of Plato's death. As they repeated each time, and Plato's dying words were ringing in his ears, he could not sleep. He got up and went over to the forge.
The Dagger had taken a long time to complete, but it was time for him to cool and bind it with Washington's sword. He called for King Washington, but only Washington's steward came. He brought his sword, but could not bring his master who had been rendered useless as a soldier.
"I'm sorry, Titus, he just doesn't believe anymore."
"Don't worry, I'll have that taken care of soon."
Titus then took the sword and stabbed the blade into the furnace. The foundry shrieked with a sigh of enslavement, then the dagger cooled. He had finally finished the creation of the Feathered Dagger.
King Mao and Bonaparte lead their men through countless battles in the west, but no longer would they be keeping Cromwell at bay, no, they were off to kill him now.
Titus went to King Washington's chambers and sat in a chair next to him. He could smell the liquor on Washington, and he could sense Washington's inadequacy at his attempt to best Cromwell.
"Washington get up, and put on your armor. Your men stand ready, but you choose to sit here a drink."
"Shut your mouth. You have no idea what your talking about."
"Then educate me on what I'm telling you that is wrong."
"My men don't do anything unless I've told them to. And as you can see, I haven't been commanding anyone."
"Washington, look. You failed to beat Cromwell. So did Mao and Bonaparte. I failed, then he killed Plato. So just because you can't fight anymore that doesn't mean you can't lead your armies to victory. We lost a friend, and that's tough. But we must remain true to our friend's final wishes. The dagger is complete, so get your sword, follow me, and lead your army against the man who took your power from you- and take that power back."
Washington felt an energy he hadn't felt since he fought Cromwell. "This diplomat is the Man of Hope," Washington thought as he got up to put on his armor. Even the liquor stopped effecting him. He had Titus use the foundry and some magic to shrink his sword so he could use it in his left hand.
Titus and Washington joined Mao and Bonaparte on the balcony of the keep, looking down at their army.
"We are not going into this battle, this war, for power. We are not going for pride. We are not even going for freedom. We are going to war to give the people hope. We are going to war to rid the land of Graiigreald of an enemy to great for one people. We are going to war to avenge the greatest among us. FOR KING PLATO!"
"FOR KING PLATO!" the kings and armies shouted. They rode south towards Cromwell's advancing army.