Prince Albezar

The captives were all rounded up before dawn. The corpses of the Ogres were all thrown into one pile. Left behind for the crows and worms to eat. All the dead people who are killed were laid up in column on the outskirts of the village. A prayer was given. " Bless their soul. " One of the villagers said. They tied up the injured ogre they spared and one of Captain Dewey's medic injected the ogre with sedatives. " We'll ask this guy later" He said.

Captain Dewey congratulated his men for not taking any casualties despite the fact that almost one of them got hack. Still a good job though, he said. Scythe grinned. Hans looks at him. "Don't mind him." Glorin said, Scythe still showing his teeth while grinning as best as he can.

"I need to speak to someone." Captain Dewey said, facing the cluster of villagers. He looks at his watch. Still broken.

An old man steps up. He's skinny with his white beard almost covering his whole lower face. He has this thick eyebrow that seems to declare that I'm a sage from the old past. He wears a white, dirty looking coat with a blue torn scarf around his neck. Wrinkles adorn his face telling many that he had gone to many life's peril. " I am the village leader." The old man spoke

" I need to speak to you. Privately." Captain Dewey then approaches the old man.

"Wait, I'll go with him." A man with a well built body wearing a sleeveless coat spoke up. " I am his son."

"Ill go too." a voice from the back can be heard. The guy starts his way into the front. He wears a piece of black cloth around his lower face. He has a long sleeve vest stained with dirt and blood.

He pulls down the covering on his lower face. Everyone is stunned. A grasp of surprise. Seems like this person is well known

"Prince Albezar." the old man exclaimed, still surprise.

Good. An Ogre and now a prince. He's starting to believe that they're not on Pacific anymore.

"I have questions to ask." Prince Albezar said, his blonde long hair shining against the ray of light peaking behind the mountains.

"Dang, pretty boy." Scythe whispered to Hans who seems more concerned on his first real battle than whatever's happening around him.

"Let's go to my house." The old man offered.

...

The house is located at middle of the village not far from where they encounter those Ogres. The house is slightly larger than the rest with a well and garden laden with white, red and pink flowers on top of the green shrubberies giving it well contrast look. Sunflowers on a pot can be seen beside them. The lawn is well trimmed with a paved stone going in front of the house. It is not touch during the raid which is a surprise knowing that the surrounding are almost ransacked. A beautifully crafted window took the attention of the visitors.

Five of them entered the house. Prince Albezar is almost hesitant to enter. He looks at the clothes of Captain Dewey as they went in and he gazed upon it, almost wanting to touch it but the person behind him who is waiting for him to move prevented to do so.

Inside the house, a big round table with eight chairs around it can be seen. A wooden cabinet. A sofa made out of animal skins. A side table with a picture frame and vase full of lilac beautify the living room. The window that can be seen from the outside has a beautiful, intrinsic carvings make the house a cozy one. Glorin looks at the blue, wool carpet beside the fireplace. He almost wants to go sit beside and lie from exhaustion.

The five person each goes to the empty seat, still standing. " Have a seat." the old man offered. All of them seated. Captain Dewey eyed Glorin. Prince Albezar pulls the seat still looking at their clothes.

" I'm Felix and this is my grandson Andersen. " Pointing to the boy beside him. " I'm full of gratitude to you unknown travellers for saving the villagers. Thank you, in behalf of my people. We are forever in debt." Old man Felix slightly bowed his head and closes eyes.

"I'm grateful for you too, sires for helping us and my fellowcountry men." Prince Albezar bowing his head slightly towards Dewey and Glorin.

"How can we be of service? " Old man Felix asked putting his hands in front of them.

Captain Dewey takes a deep breath. "I like to know where are we and what is this place, and who the heck are those monsters we killed out there?"

The old man looks at Andersen. "Can you please serve them something to drink and eat." Andersen nodded then stands up and straight way walks to the counter.

"Those are the Ogres of Hangrey. South of here. " Prince Albezar responded. " It seems like you're not from around here. Judging by you're clothings." Albezar gazing at the camouflage shirt of Captain Dewey. " I've never seen anything like it nor I expect to see humans from another land. It surprises me."

Dewey then realizes that his assumptions are right. Radio not working. Ogres ransacking. Villagers with a medieval style of clothings. The houses. It pointed to one answer.

" We're transported to another world." Dewey whispered, his face facing down. But it's impossible. How? How did they got transported to another world? Wait..... That fog. That hazy, white, son-of-a-gun fog.

"What's this kingdom of Paravel?" Glorin asked bewildered by the revelation.

Andersen arrives with cups of tea and some biscuits. He puts it down. "This is where we at right now. " Everyone's attention shifted to Andersen. He continues. " This village is called Falhen, north from here beyond those snow peak mountain is the Royal Capital of Edengard. "

" I am grateful for your efforts. I will explain further if you will agree to help us." Prince Albezar takes a sip of the tea "We desperately needs your help."

Glorin glances towards Captain Dewey who still trying to absorbs all of the information. His eyes flaming with plead. His head shaking a little bit. Captain Dewey knows. This is not their war. He have to preserve what they have to go back to their world. " Sorry but this is not our war. We have our own." Glorin replied.

"You don't understand." The prince smashes the table with his hand then stands up, gritting his teeth. " You don't understand!!" raising his voice, glaring at them.