October 10th. The Sun was barely even a beam of light in the distance, the dark skies taking on a lighter hue, minute by minute. Coffee brewed into the air while the last of the bugs singing their songs.
"Your majesty, we're cutting all communications and switching channels. We've signalled the enemy and it seems they are prepared too. In five minutes, the Last Stand of Trailon begins," the Division General relayed.
Daiyu had her arms folded watching the west across the flatland. A deep breath, the cold breeze at four in the morning ticking to five; fulfilled by a morning meal and some coffee.
She did not even turn to the man, "No use in telling me. Start when you start, I'm your princess, but I'm not here to give orders. Just put me on the field. Let's hope that the last stand is actually a 'last'."
