"The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting."- Sun Tzu.

"It's an Orchestra Tribe War." The Boomba announced through a stiffled voice. It seemed like he wasn't even prepared for something like this. If a world war with Giants were bad; imagine a world war with Orcs. Orcs mutilate bodies, steal children and the women. They'll do what they can to take over the world and even the sisters of Emsas believe that them being this far south was a huge risk that they were taking. Especially when they invaded Normandy.

"What are the Orcs doing in this bloody land?" Zamaria barked. "Do they know who's land they're crossing on?" Her tinted face grew red with fear and her iris' grew to a burning heap of ember ready to soil any afternoon dinner. She clenched the reins onto her horse and took deep breaths.

"Zamaria, please calm down. They must not know we're here." Salaria advised through her gentle voice which almost sounded patronizing.

"Don't try to be mother sweetheart." Zamaria didn't mean it in a nice tone either.

"This is not wise, going into battle; mind you unprepared?" The Boomba suggested. "I do know my way around war." He said with a smile.

Chronic nodded alongside the Boomba. "I vote his oath. Anyone else? I prefer not to die in the middle of a war amongst Orc Tribes." He pursed his lips and followed behind the Boomba as they started walking and we're slowly leaving the sisters behind.

"Please." Salaria continued as she ignored her sisters protest.

Zamaria gazed hungrily upon the horizon and snorted. "Fine." She said barring her teeth at her sister. "But, if we die I am going to blame this one you." Zamaria kept her gaze on her sister as the two uncomfortably drove their mounts to meet up with the other two. There was a loud thumping of pommels being pounded against the ground. Thousands of Orcs at least, gathered around to fight.

It seemed that the four we're just out of the risk zone. The only way to avoid the battle was to go around and through the Forest of Dark Matter. A forest that contains creatures of the unkown, and dangerous constitutional risks.

"It's either the forest or a second way ticket to your automatic death warrent." It wasn't a question either. Salaria swallowed hard and her throat stung.

"The Forest of Dark Matter?" Salaria gulped and placed a hand on her chest and prayed to the Goddess of Light, Jianna. That they'll make it out alive.

"We're three wizards and a huntress I'm sure whatever the Forest of Dark Matter inhibits; we can conquer them." The Boomba said. Loud screams and Cha ts can be heard. The tribes are ways away from the four. Its fortunate enough to not be spotted by the Orcs. It would be best not to die. However, if this adventure to reach the Boombas tower might kill them anyways, Salaria would probably prefer a pit of lava; if the magic inside her blood was going to kill her anyways that is. She'd prefer a pool of hit seering lava.

"Guess we have no choice then?" The odds of them dying are incalculable. Salaria prayed silently and hoped for the best. Which was to not die. Maybe.

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So sorry guys! I hope you can forgive me. Just been busy lately and I had noticed that my reads have been going up. The Evil Queen is almost at 200 reads! I'm so excited and let me know in the comments if you want me to describe the battle going on outside of the Forest of Dark Matter that involves Orc Tribes. :)

Thanks for reading, enjoy!