The Lone Warrior Chapter 45

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Let us take a minute to appreciate Aria, general of the west wing and experienced fighter. Chapter 45: As Hunter walked down the hallways, he shrouded himself in shadows. He knew there was only one person who the entire west wing of the army would obey unanimously, and that was Aria. Aria had certainly gained a reputation for herself. One of the best sword fighters the realm could find, the girl with black hair and startling ice blue eyes had single-handedly defeated the much older and much stronger commander who had tried to take her place. Hunter had watched the traditional deciding fight take place. She fought with a grace and savagery that no one else seemed to be able to combine. She had cultivated the loyalty of her troops to such an extent that they simply did not accept any other leader without revolt. He reached the library and entered. A peaceful place, full of books and shadows. And records. Records that could tear apart the kingdom if revealed. He found Aria exactly where expected to find her. In the reading corner. She looked up as he approached. “Prince,” she nodded. “Aria. How do you feel about leading the west wing in a battle?” She raised her eyebrow. “What do you want me to do?” “Place your troops in hidden positions across the Danube. There may be a battle there that could decide once and for all the true ruler of the Ripplers. I want the army on the side of the Rippler Princess.” Aria raised her eyebrows. “I, of course, have no objection Prince. When are we to engage?” “I know you have every objectionable question Aria. Engage when the fighting begins and is at its highest. Aim for the Shades who are there.” Aria raised her eyebrows. “Shades?” “Yes. Traitors.” Aria nodded. “Will you be leading any part?” she asked him. He barked a laugh. “No, I will be fighting solo up ahead. Finick will lead the main.” Aria nodded again. He raised his hand to her in a salute before leaving. Aria stopped him, and he turned back. “What’s with the dog Prince?” He looked down at Ebony and barked a laugh. Ebony barked with him. “He’s a dog Aria. Meet Ebony,” he raised his hand again before leaving for good.

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