Spectre yawned. This meeting...so boring...She listened, though. She always did, no matter how boring. "Spectre....did he show up?" Spectre heard The Grandfather ask. "No. He might tommorrow." Spectre answered. "We mustn't take anymore chances." The Grandmother answered. "Very well. Change the locks and the passwords." Spectre murmured. "Yes, Daughter." The Mother answered. "I will be in the Observatory." Spectre stood, disappearing up the stone stairs.
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Spectre had spent an hour in the Observatory. Three knocks hit the wooden door. "Enter." Spectre said. The door opened silently. "The Grandfather proposes an attack." The Father said. "What? Surely it is not wise to issue an attack this soon after an ambush?" Spectre was shocked. "It is. The Grandfather wishes it so." The Father replied. "Very well. Gather the troops, I will be there in an instant." Spectre ordered. "Yes, Daughter."
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Spectre put on her leather gear. "Daughter, are you ready?" The Mother's cool voice asked calmly. "Yes, Mother." Spectre whispered. "Let us head out." The troops, led by Spectre, moved silently out of the stone fortress. Spectre was a slender girl, pale, and with waist length white hair. She gave a sigh as she walked. Why? Why so much attacks? Spectre knew, however. They couldn't let the enemy rest.

Grutous Pluviarious was standing on a platform the over looked the camp. He had been ordered by the King to find these rebels and put them down. So far, he had seen a few skirmishes, but nothing that could deffinatly prove they were here. He knew they were desprit, and so he had set watches and ordered all his men to keep their equipment near by.

They camp was arrayed in quaters with a command tent in the middle. Pluviarious was standing on the tower in the norht easter quadrant. There were ramparts gaurding most of the perimiter, but there were no gates to keep a force out.

Spectre saw the camp in the distance. She took an arrow from the quiver and steadied it. It was enough to cause a bit of trouble. She lengthened the distance, and let go. "Now, go!" She said in a fierce whisper. About half of them were going elsewhere, and the other half climbed up the trees. Spectre climbed up as well. She waited. She took another arrow, knowing the arrow hit it's mark
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The arrow sprung through the air. It landed straight onto the command tent, and the second arrow the north eastern tower. Spectre held her breath.

The arrow aimed at the north east tower hit the guard next Grutous. Grutous just looked over to the dying man, stairing at him indefferntly. "So they are attacking now," he said calmly, "about time." He rang the alarm bell, and the camp was on it's feet quickly. The Legions were organized now, and were moving out of the camp. Though only about 250 strong, they were arranged in groups of 50, with 5 groups in total. One group to each direction, and one to guard the camp. Grutous mounted up on his large hourse, and rode out with the eastward legion.

Spectre saw the Legions coming. "There are more of them then us." The person behind her whispered. "It's alright." She whispered back. She ordered a barrage of arrows to fly into the oncoming group. "Switch positions." She murmured. Everyone moved except for her. Her damn sickness was kicking in again, and Spectre was forced to cling to the tree so she wouldn't fall. She had just ruined it, she knew. "Back.." She whispered, and her troops disappeared. Spectre closed her eyes.

The salvo struck several men, killing them were they stand. Grutous signaled for the men to close the ranks, and continue on. He also ordered the tourch bearers to set the forest on fire. He had other horseriders relay the same orders to Legions.

'Dammit...' Spectre forced herself to sit. She was completely visible to the Legions, and she slowly edged along the tree. She climbed down the tree slowly, fighting consciousness. She walked a bit, but fell. She took an arrow and simply threw it. It marked her spot, and even though they were enemy she didn't care, she would die either way. She laid on the ground...waiting...waiting...Spectre bit her lip. She didn't like the smell of fire.

The soldiers were fanning out through the forest, trying to catch any enemies fleeing the fire. Grutous was walking through the forest with two of his honor guards behind him. He had seen someone in this direction, and went to investigate. There lay a female, going in and out consciousness. "Take her back to the camp," he ordered his two guards, "Put her in my tent, I wish to speek with her when she wakes up." They grabbed her under her arms and dragged her back to camp.

The next morning the fire had burned most of the landscape, and now the air was filled with a grayish ash-filled fog. It looked bleak and dreary.

Spectre awoke early the next morning. She bolted upright, instantly wishing she hadn't, as her head felt light. Spectre clutched her head. Her mouth quivered slightly as she looked around. Her voice spoke, softly, "H-Hello..?" She was scared, horribly scared.
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All of Spectre's people had escaped. She had foreseen the fire, and her sickness had ruined it. Spectre didn't allow anyone to touch her when she was about to pass out. The soldiers were mourning her disappearance.

A deep and grutly voice responded, "Hello, and too whom might I have the pleasure of talking with this morning?" A curtiant was drawn, and the out side light silouetted the large figure. He was grasping a sword on his side, and resting his other hand on a wooden chair.

Spectre scoffed. "Pleasure, right. Which is why I suppose you were so rough, Sir?" She said in a slightly cold voice. Spectre stared directly at the silouette. They had taken her weapons. 'If I need to, I can fight without weapons...I will just be more likely to lose...' She thought.

"Rough, hardly, I could be quiet 'rough' when I feel like it," he said with a sneer, "now, why don't you tell me your name, before I feel like getting roung?" Grutous began to pace the room. He Moved behind the prisoner, keeping out of sight.

Spectre gave a smile. "My name is Miss Ivie Elizabeth, Fourth born with two younger siblings." Spectre said. Her voice was calm as she said it. She wasn't liking this man at all. Spectre took a breath and let it out slowly. She stared straight ahead, a smirk on her face. "Now, you get to tell me your name."

"The only name you need to know is that I am the Steward of His Majesties Kingdom," he said, "Now, tell me where is your base of opperations?" He continued to walk around the prisoner. At one point to he brushed her by his side.

Spectre suddenly looked blank. "Base of Operations..? I don't have a base...is it suddenly illegal to walk around?" Her voice was cold. She tried her best not to flinch when he brushed her. She did, just slightly. "Is this some sort of joke? What are you talking about?"

"You are part of the rebellion, the resistance against the King, you must have a base, a place in which you rally your troops," he yelled, "Now tell me where you bases is." He now faced her strait on.

Spectre looked at his face and shied back, small tears in her face. "W-what..?" She choked out, frightened. "I am for the king! Please leave me alone..!"

"Bah, you will not speak, you will not eat," he said in an angry tone. He motioned to two guards. They grabbed her, and took her away. The new tent they took her to had nothing it, nothing at all.

Spectre started to cry, tears dripping down her face. "Why, why?" She cried. "Why me?" She looked around the tent, still crying. This was the end, then. There was no way out of this. Time for her to die...

In Grutous's tent were two men, dressed in black robes and cloaked with hods. He spoke with them briefly, and then dismissed both of them. They left the camp and disappeared.

In the tent Spectre was in, two guards came in and picked her up. They took her to the edge of the camp, and dropped her off their. "Your free to go," they said. They turned around and went back into the camp.