Welp. I head into the...part of my story that's a little stressful 😅
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: A WAR
My cousin,
This is Rudric ban Yorna. I write to tell you that a terrible war has broken out between the Hollish and the Wanderers. The only reason I write to tell you this, is because many good soldiers were killed. There is now no peace in the Hollows. The other reason is because of your brother. The Wanderers have plans for you, Esben. I do not know what they may be, but nothing good. Your brother caught word of that and has been fighting ever since. I try to pull him out, but he is a stubborn minded man. You know this. Please, keep this in your prayers, and perhaps prepare the army. I cannot tell how this will go. When it is over, expect a lengthy letter, telling how many were slain.
Do not mourn if my name is on the list. Instead, be happy! I go to join all of my ancestors. And more importantly, I go to be with my Maker.
Yours,
Rud.
Esben’s hand shook as he read the paper. Then he fell to his knees, casting everything before the One that could help. With many fervent tears and many pleadings, he prayed that his brother would not die. Oh please, not Artham. He could not do this…alone.
Sooooo....this happened....