It was the 30th of the 7th month in the Morning of Light’s Calendar.
Royal Highness The Prince O’Neil and his direct division were spotted at a hillock about 170 kilometers away from the border of the Narcissus County. This was the prince’s first experience on a real battlefield. Although it might seem rather late for an Andrew to have their first war at this age, it was not too big of a deal, especially in the distinct case of this young prince.
The division had to take a short break before they continued their journey. The prolonged march from the previous night had gravely exhausted everyone in the division. During their brief pause, several soldiers were seen resting against the back of their horses. Oscar panted like a thirsty dog as he had never experienced such an arduous march before. He could not even muster the strength to get off his horse!
"Are you alright?" Snowstorm asked his young master out of concern.
