A Crimson Shore, 32.1: Silence and Regret

All around him, Genoran watched dutifully as his people, the men and women of the free folk of Cellinor, fought and died.  He knew that although Celn lands were far from perfect, that they remained a light in a world of darkness. These were the free warriors. Those who came when called upon. He was proud to be their Prince, proud to carry the mighty Flame of the Realm in his heart. He cared for these folk as if they were an extension of himself, for he know, like every member of the Order of Flame did, that they were.

Every death wounded him. And he was much wounded tonight.

Next to him, bleeding, Canton, the enigmatic Governor of Far Realm, struck out at the hideous monsters climbing aboard unchecked. They wrapped themselves around the rail with stretched muscles under slimy skin, attempting to pull themselves up onto the planks.  Once there, they would wreck havoc, dragging the Celns into the depths. It took every last one of them to keep the devils at bay.  Cannonfire blasted in the darkness all around them, and the cacophony of shouting from the Celns was met with the silence of the Sasser forces in an eerie way. It was unlike any battle he had ever known.

“We can’t hold on much longer!” called Canton.  “We’ve lost another ship my Lord. Look!”

Genoran trained the device Q had made for him, and looked through the eyepiece out into the sea. Canton was right.  There was only a few ships left holding the inlet. Soon, this line would break and the enemy would be upon them. Without their large guns on the galleys, now lost, they would be a sitting duck.

Genoran heard a splashing sound beside him, and helped a few men fight back another of the slithering creatures. It fell back into the sea, bleeding a deep green. In a rare moment of respite he turned to Canton. The elf seemed to be thinking the same thing as he was. The island where he sent Thrak, and the others afterwards had literally combusted. In a column of ash, it blew itself apart only moments ago showering everything in a maelstrom of fire and brimstone.  Their saviors were not coming, the Lords of Three Harbors had failed.

And not just that, Iricah had been lost. You contemptable fool, you damned louse he screamed in his mind.  Why did you let her go again? For Tiresias? For a superstition? For the world to be saved?  His despair had reached it’s breaking point. Genoran, a man of few words, was now a man of fewer hopes. He had lost all. “And she’ll never know,” he thought.

“Look! My LORD!” came a voice through the din of the battle. Genoran turned in the direction of the pointing hand, as shouts arose from the deck.

There, in the distance, through the haze of the cannons still lingering above the water, came dozens more of the Sasser ships.  In full sail, they sped towards the back of the enemy line, clearly reinforcing an already insurmountable foe.

The noble elf smiled as though a dinner party had just concluded because of bad weather. “Well, it’s been a pleasure to fight alongside of you m’Lord,” said Canton. “For the glory of Cellinor, there is no greater death.”
One of Canton’s captains, who also saw the new sails advancing, walked towards the prince. “My Lord, it is my greatest honor to be here tonight.” The man took a knee, bowing before his prince. Genoran smiled like a parent and asked the man to rise.
“Thank you Captain, but there are no Lords now. Tonight we stand together. We fight together. And we die together. For Cellinor.” There would be no overcoming this reinforcement, anyone could see this.
The man, looking worn and haggard. He held  his rapier down by his side. It’s slick blade was  covered in a dark crimson blood which dripped to the deck below.  The deck was already stained a dark black tinged with red so it disappeared into the stain.

He was a goodly man from Far Realm. A man who had grown into nobility, not come from it.  Genoran had always liked people like that, people like her.

The prince, looked back out into the sea, his own Sword of Cellinor held firmly in his grip. “Captain Iatus, tell your men to sing the songs of my father. Tell them to…”

But the prince was interrupted by cannon-fire which tore out into the night.  Genoran waited for the sounds of dying to drift out in the night. The barrage would surely sink their last few ships. When no sound came, he feared the worst. There must be no more Celns alive. No wait.
Genoran looked to Canton, who also seemed confused. A look of bewilderment spread across his delicate brow. “They must have already been taken, m’lord?  Surely the barrage finished off the last of those…”
“LOOK THERE!!!!” Came a call from the nest.  “LOOK.  BY THE LIGHT, IT’S THERE CELNS!!! IT’S THERE!!!!”
Genoran quickly brought the device back to his eye, squinting hard. He pointed it at the first of the Sasser ships, the one in the fore, coming to the aid of the enemy. The small circle in his view panned around, searching for something to make out through the smoke of the guns which had just fired. But it was grey and dark, and hard to see anything.  Except, a small trace of green.
“What the…,” muttered the Prince.  “It’s the colors! By the light, the colors!”
“The colors of what, m’Lord?” Asked Canton. He too was looking but his elvish ears could not match the power of Q’s invention.
Genoran lowered the lens, a magnificent smile replacing the look of despair that had grown there. It grew until it lit up his face. He took a large breath of smoky air and called out for all to hear, “The colors of Cellinor Celns!!!!! The Lords of Three Harbors have done it!!!!!!!”
Canton cheered and hollered, “YES!” and then to his men. “By the Light you filthy pirates, let’s show this Sasser scum what a CELN is made of!!!!!”

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