Frazer’s men slept at last, their deep snoring and grunting made him very much aware of this. The fighting seemed never ending; they fought on bated breath, hoping to live. The soldiers they fought kept going; their need to take a life was certainly something that they had hopes of achieving.
Frazer was still angry that Matthew had begun talking to the old lady. The vision of what he saw playing on Frazer’s mind, as he watched in disbelief to Matthew’s ignorant behaviour, as his own comrades died without a fair fight, whilst he spoke to the woman as though they were friends. Then without hesitation, how he began walking away from the carnage with the ugly looking woman, ignoring the pleas of his men who needed him to help them, to take the enemy away, as he always did in warfare. But not that night, he was, and had been, since arriving in Frinda, been preoccupied dealing with his own problems.
Frazer’s men had decreased, wizards were unable to help during that battle; their magic did not work around the red eyed beasts, who seemed immune to their spells, no matter what was cast upon them. Each spell bounced off their armours like cheap fireworks, which had been purchased from a discount store. And as much as they hid from the soldiers, nowhere was safe. Those armoured men found them without needing a hint, then killing them without guilt in their minds at what they were doing.
Frazer looked around, so many men and woman had lost their lives. Was all this loss worth it? And was it worth continuing on a mission, which was never going to have a logical solution?
Frazer was tired, yet, he could not sleep. He even closed his eyes tightly just so they knew that it was time for a good night’s kip. Unfortunately, his mind was having none of it; it had much better things to do, like understanding the reason for Matthew’s sudden departure with a woman that looked anything but the good guy. He sighed and opened his eyes again. It was no good — he could not sleep. He looked around, all in slumber, all holding on to their swords for dear life; they were taking no more chances of being attacked unannounced again.
Frazer stood up and walked out of the hut, closing the door gently and stared uncaringly at the palace, as though it was its fault for what was happening in this kingdom.
The doors to the palace were unguarded, all men needed to rest ready for the continuation of the battle at dawn with Grimsley Army. The enemy were not going to wait around like a man waiting for his girlfriend to get ready for a night out; they would expect warfare there and then.
Frazer walked towards the large, double doors, of the palace. He did not care if anyone caught him, he wanted to know what was going on, why had this old lady suddenly appeared, why did Matthew go with her? And this prince? Was he really in the palace preparing to kill the queen? So much was swirling around in Frazer’s head, a hard pain in his temples telling him so, and his eyes tearing up in soreness....