Frostbound

Plans were drawn up, orders were issued, and people stood ready for the signal.

Everyone had their marching orders and there was no more reason to delay. The decision to attack was finalized and everyone's role was clear.

Being the leader of one of the two forces, I stood at the front of the group that was to charge ahead. Our position at the front gave us a clear view of the valley we were about to enter.

The valley was big enough that we couldn't see the Demons we were to fight, but we could clearly see into the depths of where the battle would take place.

Mages and Rangers stood at the ready behind us, prepared to provide us with ranged support but that didn't mean much to the people calming their beating hearts at the front.

All they saw was the hands of Death closing in around them. It stared them in the face because a once lush Valley was strangled of everything it had. The only thing left were converted demonic plants or withered plant life.

They were to charge in and fight an army that severely outnumbered them, what did they care that they would have ranged support? They were the ones going face-to-face with literal Demons!

The wait only made the tensions rise and made me regret agreeing to fight from the side we were already on. We had to wait aimlessly while the rest got into position.

Of the fifteen hundred, six hundred would charge in melee, of those, half stood behind me. Ashton was in charge of the other half and his group left hours ago to circle around from the other side.

Half and half. The best battle plan we could come up with. No matter how long we stared at the maps or recounted the people with us, the details didn't change. Even if some hoped with all their might that they would.

I could only sigh.

Even with the strength I held and my wish to keep everyone under me safe, I wouldn't be able to do so. I wouldn't even be able to keep an eye on my family.