"I need to see Zena-Zla", I wheeze, still in shock.

"What? Really? Finally, a battle. I've been waiting for this for over four hundred years", La Muerte sings , leaping from her chair. I grab an iron sword from a stand on the opposite side of the camp and pull it from its sheath. It glistens in the moonlight and I know what I must do. Zena-Zla must be defeated. I stand majestically on a nearby stone and look at the people staring at me.

"We stand here on the brink of destruction. The world could crumble or survive and its outcome is in our hands. The people in those cities may think we are the monsters, but lets show them who the real monster is. Because if we don't, then who will? The answer to that is no one. Because we are the fallen, the unwanted, the savages, but today we shall rise above the lies that Zena-Zla has said, and save the land of Shade. This is not the order of a general, or the whim of a lunatic, but a promise. A promise of a comrade. So which of you will stand with me and fight, as the soldiers of the light?", I announce.

Slowly, one by one, they rise from their hut stairs and stand next to me. Everyone except Fireon, who then reluctantly comes into line. "I'm sorry", he mouths to me. Well, my army is ready, my plan is ready, now I just need to put it into action...