The Battlefield Spirit
Conflicting Allegiance

Through the chill autumn nights, the wind whispered tales of loss and betrayal as Kaipa and Ti huddled close beside a meager fire that seemed anemic and afraid in the shadows of the vast woods. The blazes of autumn leaves, warm flames of red and gold clashing against the stoic forest, seemed dimmed and mournful, as if in mourning for the strutting pride that was summer, and the peaceful, slumbering time of winter yet to come. Though Ti’s brows were furrowed with worry, his new knowledge of Kaipa’s people and his cause, his dream of a land unchained by the unforgiving vices of rulers long mad with power, lay like an unwelcome boulder on his heart. Often, throughout the long and weary days, his thoughts were troubled by a stormy mire of conflicting emotions. Though loyal to the faith of his forefathers, a fierce volcanic flame of duty, he could not shake the knowledge that the cause he had blindly followed had led him to misery and darkness and that the Rebel Army, vilified and damned by the venom of the Royal Capital, might still be deserving of redemption, if not outright admiration. His heart lay heavy with shame and sorrow, as he turned his one good eye towards Kaipa and braced himself for what doubtless would come.

It was on one of these dusky evenings, the sun setting behind the looming mountains in a sea of fire and ice, that Ti found himself stumbling upon a letter hidden among Kaipa’s meager belongings. His curiosity was unwelcome but persistent, and he carefully unrolled the parchment and read aloud the names not his own.

“I’ve never lied to you about what we’re trying to do here,” Kaipa began hoarsely, his hands wrapped around the rough, cracked leather of his sword’s hilt. “We’re fighting for our people, our freedom. And we can’t -- mustn’t -- forget that we’re still two ships at sea, tossed about by the raging waves of a violent storm.”

Ti’s breath caught in his throat as he read the crisp, bold scrawls, and in those words, hewed with knives of betrayal and bone, he felt the tangled webs of treachery and deceit that had stolen the lives of so many generations of men and women across the storied lands of Eldaria.

“What is this, Kaipa?” he whispered, his eye searching his. Pain sat in his eyes, a tangled forest jumble of emotion, but behind the hurt and reluctance, there still lay the fiery resolve he had come to admire. “Is this you pledging your loyalty to the Rebels?”

His eyebrows furrowed, and he shook his head in disbelief. The firelight played across his face in sweet caresses, but within the glow of orange and red, the shadows picked out the lines of fatigue and strain. “Ti, of course, I’m loyal to the Rebels. Haven’t I been honest with you?”

He swallowed, his throat hot and tight. “If you truly want a chance at peace, if you truly believe in the cause you fight for, then why send secret correspondence with your leaders?”

For a long moment, Kaipa didn’t answer. Then he looked away from the fire, his eyes drifting to the ghostly trees that seemed to huddle closer around them, shrinking the circle in which they sat. “They need to know what I’ve learned,” he said finally. “The things we discovered in the village, the legends we pieced together – they might be our only hope, too.”

Ti looked at him, his heart pounding with both understanding and a blistering mistrust.

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His words echoed in the emptiness between them, as though the very soul of Eldaria was strung between their desires and dreams, their fears and failings. The crackling fire before them could not warm the growing cold of trepidation and betrayal that was cloaked in those words.

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