"I don't need to use magic to fight a war--I want you to teach me how to shoot a gun," I so brazenly asked the child soldier who went through hell to teach me how to kill.
She ultimately volunteered to be a weapon of the Vartilla military.
"Please come with me - - my dearest," she simply stood up as we headed out her room and into the halls, I could notice the maids staring at us as we walked towards a room that had cases filled with guns and swords on the wall;
"Dearest Aine - - choose whichever gun suits you best and I will teach you how to fire them," I looked at the set of guns in their cases as my eyes shifted to one ;
"... Teach me how to shoot with this hand gun," I held it even if it was heavy - - I still wanted to fight I didn't want to be a lazy king who manipulates his soldiers into dying for an unknown cause--what our kingdom needs is a reason to stand up and fight.
" Let's go my dearest - - give me a month and when am done with you - - you will become a knight just like you wished to your dead mother," she said it an tone fit for an average soldier.
" Let's go to my garden - - I will inform your guards your sleeping over, " we walked behind her estate and found a beautiful garden filled with red roses - - - - bloodred roses that represent blood."
I don't feel good about this but I - - -
I smile at her as she ties her blonde hair with a hair palm as she draws a battle stance in her navy blue dress, "First let's exercise those muscles in a fist fight my dearest,"
'The stage has to be set if I want to save Vartilla.'