The Next Set of Plans

They emerged into a captivating world of pools and activities, where laughter and joy mingled with the luxuries of relaxation. For those deeply involved in their responsibilities, free time was certainly hard to come by.

Micah's voice trembled with worry as he expressed the concern that had taken root in his heart. "I hope we don't get in trouble," he worried.

Peter, the epitome of casualness, scoffed heartily at his friend’s worry. He sarcastically replied, "Don't worry, they won't hang us on the wall like trophies for hours on end."

Micah couldn't suppress a shudder at Peter's grim assumption. "Hmm," he started carefully, "I'd say that's a bit exaggerated."

Peter, unwavering, continued with his positive outlook. "Listen, everything is under control." It is imperative that they grasp the concept. Furthermore, we're just thirty minutes behind schedule.

As they made their way to the breakfast meeting, they suddenly stopped in their tracks. There was a palpable tension in the air, as their heartbeats matched the rhythm of uncertainty. In front of them was their team, the strong quartet who would join them on their dangerous quest.

On their right was Asiris, the ultimate general known for his unwavering success on the battlefield. In his leadership, a loss typically resulted in few injuries and a quick mobilization of a strong military force. Asiris, dressed in a striking white robe and carrying a scabbard embellished with intricate golden details, served as both a formidable warrior and Micah’s guide, teaching him the crucial art of awareness.

Standing next to Asiris was Caville, the trainer of all soldiers, including Peter. Through her expertise in combat techniques, Peter developed lightning-fast reflexes, yet she still outshone him in skill. Rumors of a potential love story between them persisted, but they both adamantly rejected the idea. It was customary for such matters to be handled in a certain way. Caville's dark hair was cropped stylishly to the side, complementing her choice of an all-black outfit consisting of a silk jacket, shirt, pants, and boots. She had a strong preference for black, leading to her nickname "The Heather Ike," a title she only set aside during times of peace with Ikeland.

Xavier, the warrior who reveled in combat and action, stood at a distance from Micah. His courage stemmed from a profoundly intimate reason. Xavier and Micah found themselves in a heated confrontation when Xavier tried to protect Peter by making a risky move against Micah, almost like a scene from a royal drama. Youthful wrongdoers were subject to a fortnight behind bars and a future burdened with increased financial obligations, yet the most significant impact was the enduring blemish on one's character—a existence tainted by wrongdoing and shame. Xavier usually wore a black jacket that he cinched at the waist and had a scabbard on his left hip.

Joining the group was Vienne, Xavier’s girlfriend, who had a preference for warrior-like clothing. Her feelings appeared to lean towards Peter, forming a complicated mix of emotions that Peter worried could turn into a messy romantic situation.

Asiris shattered the heavy silence by pointing out, "You're tardy."

Peter and Micah shared optimistic looks, hoping this indicated Asiris was tired. His eyes sparkled with a newfound energy, much to their disappointment. He refused to succumb to fatigue, knowing that with departure imminent in the next 15 hours, being tired was a luxury he couldn't afford.

Xavier, always one to seek excitement, asked about the master strategy. "So, what's the grand scheme?"

Asiris couldn't help but let out a chuckle. We plan to head to Russia. They've set up a spot for us to pitch our tents. This assignment is expected to last for three weeks, during which the hunters have been assigned to collect supplies.

"Got it," Xavier responded dramatically.

Caville jumped in to provide some clarification, This mission is essentially about putting an end to the war.

Xavier looked puzzled. "I'm completely lost with your explanation."

Asiris let out a frustrated sigh. "To put it plainly, we plan to—"

"We're on the verge of ending the war with this mission," Caville interjected.

"Oh no, does that mean we're missing out on all the thrilling showdowns?" Xavier expressed his sorrow.

Asiris was losing patience. Hey, listen up! Three months back, a significant clash led to more than five thousand Hemorrian casualties. We must avoid more families getting those ominous letters.

A heavy silence enveloped the group, broken only by deep sighs.

“We'll make every effort to neutralize the Ikes,” Asiris added, “but we must steer clear of further bloodshed.”

Confusion was evident on everyone's faces as Xavier articulated their shared bewilderment, "So, are you implying there will be no conflicts?" How do we emerge victorious in the conflict without engaging in combat?

Asiris's demeanor became more serious as he stressed the seriousness of the situation. The recent conflict was truly disastrous. Things will only get worse if we persist. We aim to obtain the Heather Eye and defeat the Ikes. May peace be with all of you and your loved ones. Are you willing to take the chance of losing them during this three-year conflict?

Heads nodded in unison, Xavier's included.

"Make sure you finish your meals," Asiris firmly stated. "We're leaving in fifteen hours."

Sure thing, sir.

Despite continuing their meal, a feeling of discomfort lingered in the atmosphere. Just three months ago, these chambers were echoing with laughter as they fondly recalled their adventures. Now, a fresh danger loomed ahead, as they had to battle not only Ikes but also bear the burden of their personal sacrifices.

If Caville's role as a trainer were to be interrupted, it would leave soldiers ill-prepared. Without Asiris, a new general would need to be appointed, which could disrupt the army's stability. Peter faced the grim prospect of losing his brother and friends, while Micah's dreams of acquiring the Heather Eye and ruling the kingdom would be crushed indefinitely.

These ponderings burdened their thoughts, leaving their meals devoid of flavor. They left the room in a solemn manner. Peter was taken aback by Micah's sudden exit.

"Excuse me, what was that all about?" Peter asked with a worried expression on his face.

"Aren't you scared?" Micah fired back.

"Indeed, yes."

"I bet you're on the same page!"

Micah stormed off again, only to be quickly caught up by Peter.

"Hey, I get it, you're feeling a bit scared, but trust me, we'll be okay!" Peter provided him with reassurance. Believe in me.

Micah nodded, but his steps came to a sudden stop as he gazed upon a breathtaking sight. An enchanting figure with golden locks, flushed cheeks, and luscious lips seized his gaze, almost making the world around them disappear, leaving only her mesmerizing aura.

Lost in the moment, he was abruptly jolted back to reality by Peter's urgent voice. “Micah!”

Feeling a sudden rush of urgency, he was pulled back to reality and turned to Peter, his face a mix of bewilderment.

"Are you even listening to me?" Peter inquired with frustration.

Micah found it impossible to tell a lie, therefore he simply shook his head, adding a sheepish shrug to convey his embarrassment.

He couldn't escape the blame, even though it wasn't all on him. Nevertheless, it was time to head to the training center.