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Rhys p.o.v;

Silence covered the mountin and its occupants as we waited for the upcoming battle. Illiryans covered the sky flying roughly 3 meters of the ground with me Cassian and Azriel infront. On the ground there were amrin and mor looking deadly. 

The sun was just about to rise as we headed the sound of marching feet and flapping wings. As we beheld there army I thought about a time in the first war 500 years ago that was like this and we lost. We can't afford to do it this time. We can't. With that I held my hand out straight and with a stead voice commanded 'attack'

Blood splattered on my clothes as I took down nagars, attors and other soldiers alike it lane came the same to me. Kill, move on, kill, move on. As the battle wore on we held the line, not once faltering or missing a step.

It was a dance, a dance of death.

3 hours later:

As  the last of the Hybern soldiers are killed I looked around me. Blood covered every service and i spotted a odd pair of wings or two in the fray. We didn't take to mutch of a hit luckily and as I looked to my friends I could see that they were all alive , well and unharmed, well as unharmed as people who have been in battle are.

As I look into there eyes and see the pain of taking so many life's I know that when we get back from this war we will never be the same.

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