The Battle of the Western Wood
Military: Battle
The Battle of Western Wood was the final battle in the Second War of the Two Kings; involving 5,000 men on both sides, the battle ended with the death of Prince Yedne, son of King Tankuuthwar, at the hands of Prince Hea Haab, son of King Hal Haab.
And so too did Prince Hea contribute to great loss; for the battles that he would command drew immense suffering. Ruination of life was the subject of these hostile actions, and the taint inherited by all those who committed kin-slaying would find foundation. Immeasurable suffering these actions would undertake, and forthwith, Prince Hea would shine in the glaze of pyrrhic victory.
So, the following chronicle was written:
Dim were the hours before the coming of the morrow. Throughout the whispering morning did the unravelling of terror conjured itself. Views sourced from the Docks of Shee, bared witness to the destruction of King Hal’s host. Embers of flame upon the horizon, denoted the flaming hell the Kingdoms Seamen were in that moment, consumed by. From the Acropolis on-high, gazing across the Southern Woods, the invaders fleet loomed in the murky water of the Bay. And so it was, King Hal did take swift action. His dutiful son, Prince Hea, guided his valiant warriors – clad in iron, steel, and gold – in haste, forth. Five thousand Men did march the breadth of Saad Cove, for they journeyed to make no treat with men of King Tankuuthwar.
And in the breaking of the dawn, King Hal was withheld some ten vessels, while the enemy lost but two. The Fleet of Prince Yedne did take control of Shee, for they did anchor and disembark there, and light it ablaze they would. Also, they would wench those many enemies from the depths and afford them great care and dignity. And in the mid of day, this hostile force would number some five thousand upon land, and did march with terrible purpose. And the two forces were known to each other, for as the night came upon them, the legions would clash.
The air did ring with a symphony of swords and shields clashing, and the thud of flesh slicing. Unrelenting was the purpose of all, for ferocity did not lack in any measure. With the strife brutal, and their will unrelenting, upon the light of the second dawn, diminishment punctuated the woodland. Only half in number did stand, and in that moment, Prince Hea did announce retreat. And the Prince did send Yedne a fair messenger, and this person did possess the shards of a mighty blade. And a scroll did read:
“Sorrowful tis laying low thy brethren. For kin we are all, and though bloody purpose doth charge our will, the spilling of blood proves an unjust writ. To you, dear Prince among Men, in place of my great sire, propose single combat as a remedy. To shirk from opportunity, that brings about unsuffering, one could not so protest?”
And a pause Yedne would adopt, for he too agreed; for in his next action, the prince would affirm the wishes of the messenger’s master to him:
“The noblest amongst all, in the presence of that which is of great distort, shall accept terms intended to bring about peace. Lord, dearest of his sire, earnt he has, my enduring respect, for he marches willingly to thy doom.”
In the virgin light of the morn did two princes meet; and the rays of that day, would be scarred with the red hues of mortal carnage. And so, it would come to pass, Yedne, son of King Tankuuthwar was slain. His torso wrought in twain by the blade of Hea; and the prince did not suffer, for Hea did strike true, and lay his counterpart low.
With the death of the prince, so too did the battle meet its demise. Amongst the fallen, some five thousand in volume, the prince also lay. The survivors of this trauma would leave unmolested, prison and freeman. The cadavers of those expired, returned they were to their lands, and so would follow talks of peace upon Andal Island, within the Manor of Kings. And thus, Prince Yedne’s body, with respect and dignity, was returned to his sire. In the regal Manor of Kings, peace was made perfect.
