[Illuminated One]

Hecata stared at the map. Blasted Atlantians. Killing her armies. Endangering her lands. Thwarting all her plans. She had to act now before they reached the western seas becoming untouchable. Still she could strike at them. The towers had been built. The pawns were in position, ready to lead the knights. The bishop was being moved. "Check" she muttered to herself ...

... This was madness. Marching all night through the thickest of woods. They said Atlantians could see at night. A bat was flying over him. Maybe it was just him but those damn buggers were becoming more and more.
When they reached the end of forest the moon was shining bright revealing the Atlantian militia. At least they wouldn't have to worry about the light. "Infantry form up! Rangers ready crossbows!" he yelled. After some seconds the sergeant replied "Crossbows ready!". He waited, letting the Atlantians come closer. "Volley!" ...

... After the prayer he looked at the men. The knights saluted, faces of stone. But the infantry ... too many fresh recruits, too many worried faces.
He sighed. "Boys just keep this in mind. We will not drown. Don't try to breathe. Keep the ranks and watch your neighbour. Reinforcements are on the way. Be steady and we shall see the sun again." Silently he added: "Some of us. ... Maybe.". "Let's go!" ...

... Knock. Knock ... Knock. ... Knock. Knock. He opened the door and urged the cloaked man to come in. Just as he shut the door again an Atlantian patrol turned around the corner. They waited in silence as they went away. He lit the candle. All were assembled now. "The order has arrived. It is time to reveal ourselves. Get the girls and the daggers ..."

... It was black magic. He knew. His fiancee was a with. His, the blessed one's. The items she gave to held power. Unholy ... but in a strange harmony with the power of the blessing. If the order ever found out ... there was no way back now.
She had led him below the waves and now they were standing before the Atlantian forces. He still loved her. They would not harm her. At this thought his heart started to pound like a hammer falling down on the anvil. She kissed him while he turned towards the advancing Atlantians. He felt untouchable. Never miss, never tire.
He charged impaling one on his lance. He gripped his sword ...