Reunion

Is that really him?

“What happened?” “Who is he?” Queries of such filled the air.

“Li… Little boss?”

“Ah…”

 

Dislodging the war horn which hung by the side of the saddle, he held it to his lips and blew it with his might. The glittering white spiral war horn dissipated into the wind after resonating a clear sound that vibrated across the battlefield, instilling fear and anticipation.

The field was silenced. Their heart stood still. As if like the calm before a blatant storm, chills rattled down everyone’s spine.

“Warriors of the wind!” The silver-haired boy yelled valorously. The finally settled air started stirring again. As the wind got stronger by every second, it effortlessly threw the battlefield into a maelstrom. Although anxiety had struck the soldiers deep, unsure if he was a friend or foe, they started baring their fangs at him despite the overwhelming difference. Unwavered, they were resolute in defending their homeland.

Mightily, the silver-haired boy pulled the reins of his majestic falcon and raised his right hand up high, gripping his spear. Wings spread wide apart, in a stance like a ferocious war horse ready to charge, dazzled under the brilliant sun, they were a glorious sight.

“CHARGE!” He swung his spear to the back, ready to pierce through his foes, and yelled with all his might. He flew towards the enemy battalions at great speed, like an eagle to a rabbit, armed with a silver spear adorned by two large feathers, representing the prowess of wind. Then, to the eyes of the defending soldiers, miracles happened. Figures of warriors started manifesting from the fervent wind. From tens to hundreds to over thousands of warriors manifested from the wind and charged towards the enemies. Indeed, they were the warriors of the wind, summoned by the triumphant cry of the white spiral war horn.

“For her children, Mother Earth has lent us her power. For my dear ones, I will fight to the very end with all my might!” Through the wind, he resonated his words to everyone; friends and foes. It was now all too clear on whose side he took. The tide had turned.

“AH HAHAHA! LITTLE BOSS! LITTLE BOSS IS BACK!” A deep rough voice bawled with laughter.

“My my, looks like our cute little boy has grown into a man.” A coarse voice said with a pinch of suggestion.

Those who had fought along with him in the past recognized his voice and stature. They yelled to the crowd in high spirit of his return. To those of the First Parallel, he was a towering entity. Nonetheless, he brought forth great boost of morale to the soldiers. They were invigorated of vitality and cheered loudly for this miraculous intervention. Absolutely no trace of defeat could be seen in them.

 

“Sir Lionel, who is he?” Alexius Fayre, an aide who had ardent loyalty for Lionel Ethereal, asked.

“Our formal leader,” Lionel replied, with his eyes fixed at the dazzling entity, beamed with joy and excitement. Lionel was the leader of Cerulean Dreamers, a cadre of warriors in service to Arcadia, his homeland in Second Parallel, and currently aiding soldiers of the First Parallel in fending off the invasion.

“Wind…Wind Walker!?”  Alexius exclaimed in great surprise. The formal leader was known as the Wind Walker for his ability to control the wind.

“Rouxnet Noir El” Lionel continued, while reminiscing the days when Cerulean Dreamers were simply just a group of close friends leaving trails in wherever they go. Like the sky, they brought forth light to their friends. Like the wolves, they brought forth fear to their foes. More than turning the tide, that was a reunion with a very dear friend and comrade.

“Ah Hahaha!” Lionel laughed loudly in excitement. “Like the past, we will run like a pack under the cerulean sky and howl like the wolves under the crimson moon!” Lionel yelled the battle cry at the top of his voice, as he raised his sword up high. “Soldiers! We will prevail! CHARGE!” He rallied the soldiers in the frontline and charged towards the enemies valorously. Renewed in spirit and number, the outcome became clear.

And thus, that marked the end of the first wave.

Author's Note

This is the next chapter to the one I previously published. And I think I screwed up the latter part of the story... help... ;_;

Edit: Ok, changed part of the phrasing. Feels a bit better now.