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OPERATION SUMMONED: Chapter 2

Anthony "KOVAK" Rodriguez was focused on the HUD, matching the glideslope of the aircraft to the precision approach path indicator as he goes in for his final approach. He added power as needed to prevent stalling at a lower speed. He keyed his mic to report on his position.

"Victor Tower, ten miles at angels two, final for Six Niner Five."

[Trocadero Six Niner Five, winds at one-niner-zero at two, caution wake turbulence of departing T-5, cleared to land two-five right.]

He smiled as he keyed in his mike again. "Cleared to land two-five right, Six Niner Five. We'll watch out for the trainer."

He continued his descent to the runway, keeping his airspeed above 130 knots. He breathed through his mask connected to the OBOGS, the taste of fresh air helped him enhance his concentration. Approaching the threshold, he trimmed down and pushed the stick forward until it is close to the ground, leveled the aircraft and set to idle; the engine gave a low sound as the rpm remained at its normal operating level. He kept the nose up for the main wheels to touch giving a nice and brief screeching sound as the rubber tires gripped the asphalt. He deployed the airbrakes and slowly tapped the brakes.

[Trocadero Six Niner Five, turn left and hold short of hotel-three, contact ground at 128.1 good-day.]

"Turn left and hold short of hotel-three, contact ground 128.1, Trocadero Six Niner Five good-day."

"Nice landing there." Skillet, his weapons systems officer, complimented behind him as he exited the runway to the taxiway.

"Thanks. Contact ground, please."

"Mhmh." He switched frequency to ground and keyed the mic on the stick. "Victor ground, Trocadero Six Niner Five, good morning, request taxi instructions for PacRim ramp."

[Trocadero Six Niner Five, good morning. Turn left at hotel, right at india-one, then proceed to PacRim ramp.]

Skillet wrote down what the ground controller gave as relevant information to taxi through the airport. "Left at hotel then right at india-two to PacRim ramp, Trocadero Six-Niner-Five."

[Six Niner Five, read back correct. Proceed as instructed.]

Kovak slightly advanced the power and pushed right pedal with differential braking. He powered on the taxiway, feeling the bumps of the cement through the seat. His right hand left the stick and let his arm hang on the edge of the closed canopy. The power of the twin advanced ultrafan engines is sensitive as does all other jet aircraft during ground operations, a reason why his hand left hand never left the throttle. He is now driving - literally driving- the aircraft.

"When is your leave?" Skillet asked.

"Two weeks. I plan to visit my brother then. Why?" He answered as he cleared left-front-right - a jetliner landed to his left - before turning right at india-two.

"Because..." An irregular breathing was heard through the intercom. "I'm inviting you as my best man to my wedding."

"Really? Congratulations! When did you proposed?"

"Three weeks ago. It was good timing. Jean was there for a convention so I proposed at her room."

"Nice..." He turned silent as he began thinking of an advice but all he thought of were a couple of gay jokes and a bad advice. "I should've married you long time ago."

"But WE are. Us fighting, arguing, and-"

"Oooookayyy I regret what I said."

They arrived at the far side of the airport where the hangar for Pacific Rim Defense - Aviation Wing was located. The marshal brought them in and parked on the yellow line. Holding on the brakes, they wait for the marshal’s signal to shutdown then went through the checklist for the shutdown procedures until the engine whirled down. The pilot opened the canopy, letting the cool breeze of the salty air rush through their sweating faces. A funny meme came out of this: If you turn off the engines, watch how they sweat; a cruel reality that pilots face after engine shutdown. They brought ladder up and the maintainers helped unstrap the harness to their parachute, and the cables to their helmets. The pilot and Skillet thanked them for keeping the aircraft airworthy as they head to their service vehicle with their flight bags and suitcase full of clothes back to the flight operations, where they debriefed their activities to their colleagues

Kovak rested quietly against the seat of the ready room waiting for the debriefing to end. In the room of sixteen people, both weapon systems officers and pilots all comprised of two flight divisions of the squadron they're attached to all talked of what the missions they did before, during, and after the flight; one was reprimanded for moving the aircraft while the maintainer was inspecting the aircraft before shutdown and was assigned for a safety brief later in the afternoon. That includes his WeSO. The squadron was part of a three-year package to a country in the southeast to assist in patrolling the seas and combat operations on the south of the country; surveillance, intelligence, and reconnaissance; and close air support. Their roles weren't only to fly planes and drop bombs but to train soldiers, marines, and pilots as Forward Air Controllers or Joint Terminal Attack Controllers; assisting in ground operations; training pilots in basic flight maneuver and advanced combat maneuver.

His eyes, arms, and legs slack as he slowly goes to sleep but his ears suddenly peaked in the middle of a silent conversation to his far right.

"So, did anyone ask about it?"

"About what?"

"You know... the rumor that there'll be a special contract for us?"

"Fuck off man. It's been out for two months now and we still have no answers. And if anyone did ask, it will be Grumman who'll do the digging."

"Yeah I know but-"

"No buts'... You are new here, right?"

"Yeah?"

"You better cancel your plans as soon as possible. Cuz' once it's green, you'll never be able to get out. Unless you were part of the second group or expecting a baby."

"But I AM. I'm going to be a dad in a week. Sharon is at the hospital waiting."

"Oh.... well... you could be lucky.... congrats."

Yeah, congrats.

He wasn't surprised on the rumor because it is an occasional truth. At thirty years old, he could have flown commercial as an airline pilot but, although he is a commercial licensed pilot, he wished to remain flying jets because of his love for them. And with no shortage of cash from his account, he is satisfied living a simple life, paying bills and student loans, and flying planes. But each mission wore him out not because of fighting, but the lack of excitement. Every mission he takes made him wear out more and more as it becomes repetitive. Less chasing, more bombing, half fun.

He slowly went back to sleep but the doors swung open to his left, bringing him back to the living. Remo walked in wearing an unusual pair of colors and proceeded to the podium where he brought out its contents and laid them in front of him. His pink polo shirt and brown cargo pants are unusual for the director of flight operations but his tired expression means nothing to the explosive questions they ask of his choice of clothing. "Okay settle down. First, I ran out of laundry. Second, this is from my daughter who just turned three. So, if you have any questions other than the color of MY shirt? zip it." He pointed to the one who raised his hands who immediately retracted. Remo stared at Kovak whose eyes slowly closed and has his cheeks resting on his hand. "Kovak, I assume you're done with the debriefing so no need to worry about that. But that's not what I am here. If you've heard rumors about a special contract for last two weeks now? Well, I'm about to disappoint you." He looked at everyone in the room as it turned silent. The pilot who talked earlier had his hands clutched the colored bead rosary, praying it would not be true. "Yes, they are true but-" The disappointment was heard as the whole room groaned and complained while some paid their bets. Remo continued, "But it won't happen until we have definitive on the date."

"Did Grumman confirm?" Skillet, playing with his pen, asked.

"Not only did he confirmed about the rumor. He even asked Bosshead and said something about something that only we can do." The room fell silent in disbelief as they heard the name of their employer. With the Bosshead's name, the rumor has officially recognized to be real. But what is unreal, is that the Bosshead, the founder of PacRim Defense, the company that Kovak worked for, rarely acknowledge any rumors within the company so it is a big deal.

"So?" Kovak, who listened to every word, caught everyone's attention. "We knew that the moment the rumor was heard it would be real no matter what. Heck, last year Jumbo canceled his family vacation to Hawaii when the rumor of the Iraq contract came out because his wife spent their savings on gambling." He pointed at Jumbo who’s at the third row behind him, nodding with a grunt.

The room burst into chatter. Remo continued with a loud voice. "Bosshead may want to mobilize the entire company for this 'special contract' of his which would not be the first time. Once you all are fully rested, I want everyone to be prepared for the announcement. Those with maternity or expected maternity, especially to Trumbo there, have your paperwork signed at the flight ops so that you may have your leave." The pilot who talked earlier gave a long breath. "Those with kids, you better make a letter that would impress the management. Otherwise, good luck. Dismiss."

They stood and walked to the doors. As Kovak stood with his flight bag on his side, Remo motioned him to come forward. He cussed in silence as he dropped his shoulders in surrender. Skillet saw his expression, giving Kovak a tap on the back and a nod as he passed by. He dragged his feet to the podium where the presenter packed up his laptop until only Kovak and Remo was left alone. Kovak gave a quick cough. "So, you knew?"

"Of course. What do you think am I? A buffalo with poor eyesight?" Remo replied.

"... Then?"

"No."

"Come on Remo, it's just two weeks. I got Hugo to take care of my shift with Skillet."

"I need you here to take care of the paperwork." Remo quickly made an excuse.

"I already took care of it. I filled up my briefing papers, debriefing papers, flight plan, inventory, what else do you need from me when I already have everything done?"

"Look," Remo stopped packing the projector and took a sharp exhale. "I can't approve of your leave of absence because Bosshead told me to. I don't know why but it all started when the rumor came out first last year." Kovak was confused. The rumor was out for a year and only now has it spread to his unit. Grumman, a man capable of finding secrets, probably kept it a surprise or was suppressed to keep the information out. Remo turned around then leaned forward as if he was telling a secret. Kovak followed. "In the last six months we have received provisions, ammunition, and spare parts from some suppliers we've never heard of and are now on-board the Goliath."

"This must be a VERY special contract to use the Goliath."

"Not only that, I heard that our ground units will be coming on board."

"...... That's interesting." In his head, the Goliath is a mobile air carrier capable of sustained flight, a similar role to seaborne aircraft carriers. Limited refueling, large crewmembers... ‘What is he doing?’

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The morning turned to afternoon. The airbase remained active as maintainers maintain the aircraft; marshals’ guiding the last few remaining transport aircraft to their ramps; controllers keeping the airspace clear, and security details patrolling the fences. The flight crew lifted weights, do cardio, and such other activities to keep their mind focused and their bodies ready. Kovak had finished swimming 10 kilometers on the indoor pool and is now at his last set of the ninety-kilogram bench press. His mind focused on the last repetition; his arms began to feel jelly as he pushed. "Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhh!!!!" He had finally extended and slowly returned the barbell to its holder. He breathed heavily as his lungs gasped for air. He breathed in deep and exhaled slow, repeating the process until his heart has fully calmed; the mirror in front showed him his expanding chest sucking air like a vacuum. He plugged out his earphones, flooding the ears with the industrial sound of machines banging against the hard surface. The exhaustion finally came up to him and reviewed what he was given earlier.

The Goliath is a mobile high-altitude VTOL mothership capable of sustained flight with limited refueling. 400 meters in length by 600-meter wingspan and an 80-meter height with a 75-meter double flight deck; powered by 12 advanced scramjet engines; and crewed with 3,000 personnel with the rest automated, it is the most advanced aircraft ever built by mankind and commissioned by PacRim, during the five-year Reclamation war and before Kovak was employed. The resources to fund is enormous and the technology to build is unknown territory, but Bosshead put up with it, establishing the company as a force to be reckoned.

So why? The rumor was intentionally out for two weeks, the contracts that were supposedly number in hundred only came out in few, and an unknown shipment of supplies came in with Bosshead's signature. Kovak wanted to keep looking but the more he looked, the more he didn't want to know. He picked up the towel from his bag and wiped the sweat of his face. "KOVAK!" He heard his name called through the entrance. Fia, the secretary/assistant to the Bosshead, waited for him, holding a manila folder on her side. Her black short hair matched her cute facial features, if only she has big breast. He stretched his legs and walked to the door where she waited. "Bosshead wants to see you."

"Now? I gotta go to the shower first-"

"N.O.W." She emphasized. She walked out of the door and waited for him to follow. "He wanted to talk to you about something."

He hesitated but reluctantly followed her out the hallway. Their steps echoed as they continued through the hallway. He saw her veins clearly formed on her head, a lot of stress accumulated to a related topic. "Is this related to the rumor?"

"I don't know..." A cracking sound was heard as she stretched her back then rubbed her head to relieve the pressure. "He's been busy a lot with the preparations while you were gone, putting all the public relations work on me full time.... Do you know what this is?" She gave the folder to him. He read the file word by word; letter by letter; the walking speed slowed. In each detail, he found words that doesn't match to a location or to a specific target. Each must be a different language but he doesn't know all of them. Kovak stood as she passed a few steps before she stopped.

"What the fuck is this?"

She smiled at the same reaction he has when she read the file. "That's not for me to explain." She walked ahead of him as he stood there in disbelief, but he is slightly angered.

"Explain?" He caught up. "This is fantasy! What the hell is this ex- astrea? sastrea? zastrea?"

"It's Xastrea. And, as I said, it is not for me to explain."

"Ha- how are you not freaked out? I just got here and just learned that we are mobilizing to a place that isn't here!"

"Because it took me the whole year to get used to what he might tell you."

"He? The Bosshead? Bullshit."

They walked out of the aviation department to the main building, where the office of the CEO and founder of the company works at. He kept silent as he resists the urge to punch her. They entered through the revolving doors to the non-slick marbled floors. The airconditioned environment made him feel naked, wearing only a tank top, shorts, and sandals; passing through potential clients or employees as they entered the lift to the top floor.

"I told you I should've taken a shower. I feel like a Canadian walking naked in the snow with a condom for a hat."

"Why? I kinda like it. Especially that tight shirt of yours."

“Please. I'm not here to indulge your perverseness."

"Oh?" She pressed the red button and the elevator stopped; the lights dimmed to a red emergency light. She covered the camera with a sticky note left on the folder and approached him seductively. "Of all the men I enjoyed, you escape me."

"Because I'm shy to women." He shrugged, a truth he can't deny and a very convenient tool to women like her. He doesn't find himself interesting to women but somehow, a few encounters here and there, they find him interesting. He only offered a peck to the cheek but they go for the lips when the opportunity rise. He inched closer to the red button but was blocked by her. "Come on Fia. I want to get this over with."

"We still have time. Why? Are you gay enough to fuck him in the ass?" Her face inched closer to his.

"If I am, then I wouldn't be this close to you." He moved closer that their bodies touch. He felt her curves through her formal wear, but hold himself short of releasing it. Their face is close for their nose to rub each other. She closed her eyes but the lights turned back on. He had reached for the button and the elevator continued its journey slowly 8 floors up. She felt disappointed as he pulled the sticky note of the lens. "Maybe next time."

"You sly." She kissed him briefly on the lips, biting them before they arrived on the top floor "I'll savor this taste. Until then, I should guide you to his office."

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The office of the chief executive officer and founder of the company is modest but not too lavish. He looked around the office as his boss, Frank 'BOSSHEAD' Oppenheim, continued his conversation in frustration. After the kiss in the elevator, he wiped off the lipstick of his lips His veins popped like Fia but more defined. He just remained quiet until he put the phone back at the receiver. Bosshead did a meditated breathing until his veins returned to normal. "So..." he crossed his hands and stared at Kovak, feeling that he may have gone passed his head and into the memory banks of his subconscious. "How was Fia?"

He was speechless but knew what he was doing. But still was confused with the question. He covered his mouth and coughed. "Sorry?"

"I mean, I've been trying to get close to her and only were able to grab her attention in just minutes."

Kovak kept calm but his inner turmoil screams panic. "I don't know what you mean, sir."

The atmosphere became tense as they both stared intensely at each other. Kovak mentally began making excuses using the truth as its basis. Bosshead smiled and waved his hand like a fly was there and disregarded the question he asked earlier. He stood up and walked towards the window that overlook the hangars that lined up along the taxiway. He gazed at what he had built and what he had gone through to make it come to this. "Do you know how this company came to be?" The room remained silent, as the cargo plane took off in full power.

"Yes, sir."

"Then you know that we started small. And now look at us. We are considered as an organized militia under the Sidonian constitution yet independent of the armed forces. The longest running private military contractor in the history of this world." Kovak nodded in agreement. Bosshead looked at him with an unknown determination. "And now, I am going to do something that may change your life again."

He knew what he was talking about and he must ask to ease his confusion. "Sir, Fia gave me a document that details a place that I do not know about. It isn't in any maps, or town, city, or a code word." He stood up and handed over the file to him. Bosshead glanced at the file. "This place, Xastrea, doesn't exist."

"I know." He threw the folder onto his desk and sat at the edge of it. Kovak guessed that Bosshead will say a cliché word that he has read or heard when he daydreamed. And he was right. "Because I AM from Xastrea."

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Kumusta! Chapter two is done! I have got to make a better numbering system but this will have to do. It feels kinda rushed when I type this chapter because I make the conversations but not the words behind it. Anyway, the third chapter will go on from here but I’ll have to review my work on this (or read a book) so feel free to comment!

As always, Salamat!

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OPERATION SUMMONED: Chapter 1

The full moon has risen over the kingdom of Granadia. Shops and markets are closed for the night while taverns remain open for people to drink, travelers to sleep, and information to spread among thieves and spymasters for a price. But the taverns weren't the only ones busy for the night. Fort Indtra, home to the royal family and stronghold for the people, had an unusual activity. Soldiers stationed on manned checkpoints leading to the city gates and castle were extra vigilant inspecting every carriage for potential threats; castle guards patrol the halls and walls in short but regular intervals ensuring that no intruders can pass them. The people thought that the family has a secret meeting with someone which is a common - but sometimes rare - occurrence among the elites. But the meeting isn't with the nobles, but with the military alliance of Granadia, Helmond, and Vinata; the Big Three.

Beneath the fort complex a single access route leads to the safe room where the representatives, the kings and their advisors, are waiting for the king of Granadia to arrive. The torches and lamps may give adequate light to the room but the chandelier lit the room brightly. The table is filled with documents that they brought to be included in their meeting and in the center, is the map of Xastea with figures representing the positions of the alliance forces and the enemies.

"Where is that bastard? He's supposed to be here on time," King Audamar of Helmond paced back and forth around the room impatiently. "Do you think that this meeting is a trap?"

"Relax Auds. That man must be talking to his wife for advice on something that may decide the fate of our countries and this alliance," King Kauri of Vinata kept his friend's temper in check. "Getting advice from someone you trust might bring some insight to what we must do. And besides, even if this is a trap I would know if there is poison in the air or in the wine we drink."

"Sigh...... I know your ability but this is the biggest risk we have ever taken! We've failed in getting an alliance with the beastmen, the demi-humans, and some demons that reject their current lord just because they wish to remain neutral."

"They weighed the risk of joining us and chose to become neutral because of their fear of discrimination. It is in our human nature to sometimes reject what we do not like. It took my countrymen a long time to get along with the beastmen way before I was born, including yours."

"Gagh... I know. And it might take even longer for us to fight against the horde that may be approaching our borders."

"Again, relax. Intelligence reported that the advancing horde is far from where you assume they might be."

"You're right Kar," King Gerard spoke. Audamar jumped off his feet in surprise; the advisors stood at attention to greet the host king. "They are occupying a deserted island far from your borders."

"WHEN DID YOU GET HERE?!" King Audamar still in shock shouted at him.

"Me? When you called me a bastard, krout." He grinned at his friend like it was a prank.

"Easy there Auds, he's just making fun to ease your tension," Audamar tried to close in on Gerard but was stopped by Kauri. "And your highness, you know he doesn't like to be called that."

"Oh, I'm sorry who was the one who kept silent as I entered," Audamar glared at Kauri as he asked Gerard where he has been, attempting to change the subject. Gerard pulled his seat and sat down. "I am sorry for the delay. Was talking to my mistress for advice."

"Oh, and what that may be?"

"It will come at a later time. But for now, let us talk about the bad new first we have." he gestured to everyone to take their seats, anxious on the news they might receive.

"Good evening." General Rafique, King Gerard's military advisor, rose from his seat to hand his report to King Gerard and distribute the copies to each nation seated. "What I have given to you is the report from the joint reconnaissance unit of the Ausdauer Alliance." He observed each of the nation's advisors reading the report before handing out to their kings. "As what his majesty had said the enemy is occupying Huuthal, an uninhabited island two hundred thirty-nine forol mrilt east-north-east of Helmond's area of responsibility,"

"How long have they occupied that island?" a member of the assembly asked, gripping his paper tightly.

He breathed in deeply, preparing what may be the worst news he had given. ".... Based on what was given, they were on station for three months with no other movements after that but-"

"WHAT?!" The room erupted in anger. King Audamar was outraged, slamming the table, and accused Granadia of withholding information to other nations; King Kauri kept his hands crossed in front of him, holding back his anger with understanding. "THREE MONTHS may have given them enough time to breach our borders and make landfall!"

"But this report was given last week!" Rafique countered his argument. "Please understand that the speed of our riders can take months. Though we may have been equipped with long range communication it puts a large strain on the users' mana capacity and can be easily intercepted. Your majesty may have forgotten but that is the reason why the LRC's are only used on areas that are secured and have a clear line of sight to the receiver."

"Why you-"

"Enough!" King Kauri silenced everyone. He eyed on Audamar to think thoroughly on what information he was given. He stood up and walked around the room behind the general, looking at a portrait of the former ruler of Granadia. "General, I assume you have your reasons to delay this information. But it would be better if you had told us sooner. Understood?"

"Yes, sir. Forgive me." General Rafique quietly swallowed his saliva; the rest remained silent.

"Now, they are too far to reach mainland Helmond and too far to reach theirs. Could they be waiting to gather enough resources to push for the assault?"

"W-We think so." He coughed to hide his nervousness. "Fifteen days after their landing, they started clearing off the land east and south of the island to establish a port for their ships and a landing zone for their flyers. A month later the port became operational and had begun accepting ships carrying engineers, troops, weapons, soldiers, and settlers. No additional information on their landing zones since no flyers have landed since then."

"So, they are establishing a colony/garrison, effectively extending their range of operations......," he walked towards the map and imagined the completion of the island and their forces. 'It would take them six months to cross Helmond's seas and three months to make landfall, if they survive the strait of Kalifa...' His eyes widened at the idea he had enjoyed doing. "They are there to observe the weather patterns of the seas of Kalifa."

King Audamar couldn't believe what he had heard. The seas of Kalifa lies within the borders of Helmond one hundred fifty forol mrilt from the mainland and close to the edge of the border. Its strong winds create thirty rok swells with maelstroms every four mrilt. Sailors gave the name Yegafa after a ship that sank a thousand years ago carrying slaves. All hands were lost and the strait never calmed since then. "But why?"

"It makes sense, doesn't it? If I were to get to Helmond in one piece from the other side, I would do the same thing. And," He grabbed the pole and made a line, "it is the shortest route from where they are from; the location is perfect to establish a main supply point for them to expand and it also cuts the travel time and distance by half if they go through the storm. My advice to you, King Audamar, is to have soldiers garrison some islands to act as outpost and some ships to patrol the waters. We will have LRC units to be sent to your capital."

Everyone nodded on his decision followed by King Audamar, giving a long exhale to ease his heart. "Fine... I trust your judgement on this. I guess it's my turn to report."

After three hours of allocating the alliance budget and resources for training and recruitment, construction of ships and weapons, and a few arguments here and there on how it must be handled, it was time for the meeting to an end. King Gerard stood up and whole room fell silent once again. As the host nation for the meeting it was his duty to greet them a farewell. But he had another duty to add: to ask for approval.

"As we close this meeting, I am going to ask something to all of you that may seem.... odd."

King Kauri was already standing, turned his head on him. "Odd? What are you going to ask to say that it is odd?"

He felt his cold hands, chilled not by the lack of a heat source but of nervousness. But he had to. He's desperate. They're desperate. Desperate for a miracle. He finally found one.

"Have all of you heard of the legendary battle of the 'summoned'?"

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The moon hid behind the clouds, breaching through gaps to provide light to his aging eyes. King Gerard breathed the salty breeze as he walked through the halls back to his quarters.

The assembly had ended after three hours of discussing and debating of his idea but finally he breathed in content as he got the approval. The delegates left through the backdoor of the castle safely and only King Gerard was left alone in the room. He thought of the history of how the country he currently ruled was founded, fought, sacrificed, bled, and persevere together as his ancestors have told him. Stories and legends were sometimes the basis of facts and fiction. The same could be said the other way around. What he had delivered that night was both an absurd fact and fiction.

Queen Elaine lied on their bed reading a parchment, waiting anxiously for the result of his suggestion. "So? Did they approve?"

Gerard dressed into his nightgown and entered her left side, letting out a long breath out then smile. "...... They have approved."

"They did?" She hugged him tightly and he hugged her back. "Thank the gods."

"It took a little longer to convince them but at least we have hope," he laid his head back against the pillow and breathed a heavy sigh. "I pray that we know what we are doing."

"I hope so. We may have done our part but the important factor we must have is time."

"We thought of that too.... The best we can provide is fourteen months; twelve is the least we can do. In that time frame the alliance would contribute their best scholars and share what they know about the summoning either from old books, scrolls, runes, or maybe caves. And if it succeeds, then humanity may have a chance to live together with other civilization a little longer."

The queen doubted on the words of her king. Her husband. She knew him when he was an enlisted while she was a servant of the house. When he became an officer, a knight, he fought for her hand in marriage knowing that marrying a servant may damage his reputation. But he defended her in front of the court, the senate, and the king. She once considered rejecting to protect his status but his actions proved fruitful, giving her faith and love to the man she now knew.

And now the greatest threat in the history of mankind has given her the greatest challenge in their marriage. She looked at his eyes, full of every emotion she can muster. Her tears began to swell. "And if we fail?"

He looked back in brief bewilder but he thought back through their marriage. With shaking hands, he firmly gripped hers with a great tender. "Then... I will do my best to protect you, our family, and our kingdom. Will you stay by my side?"

She needn't have to answer that. She kissed his hand and in return smiled. He thanked her as he cried on her bosom. The wailing of his cries didn't reach outside of their room but his sound could be heard in the hearts of those in the castle

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Hi! Hello? I guess no one's coming to visit...... ahem. Thank you for reading my first chapter of my first original work (I don't even know if I, or you, consider this a webnovel but I certainly did). As you know, this is just the setting of the world where I will put my main chracter/s in. I couldn't tell you much because I am making this story up as I go (Sorry for my incompetence). You may find the similarities to some other webnovel's that are currently out there but this is one of the reasons why I am making this: to create something that is similar yet also different. Therefore, I'll try my best to do so differently.

The next chapter is now in the works and will be out soon.

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