the army had gathered at a temporary base at the mountains slope that separated the two kingdoms. It was the day before the invasion so emotions were all a wreck for everybody...some excited others scared.
The green-haired boy Fikell had just finished talking to his commander who had received a letter. A letter that would switch him from his current squad positioned in the west to the king's personal battalion...His face glowed with excitement at the opportunity.
He hurried excitedly over to two people who seemed to be awaiting a report. One was a thick spikey orang-haired boy around his age with a somewhat arrogant, confident look about him. He wore a black muscle shirt with an armored vest unbuttoned hanging off his shoulders, along with tight black pants and black boots.
