Strange Waters

Through the eyes of a Nightingale

(meanwhile back in the woods)

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Lord Nathan was flexing his wrist on a blank sheet when he heard a call from outside the tent as one of the warriors demanded to see him. He dropped his feather with fresh ink on it and went out of his tent room to see who had demanded his attention. Although, He has been expecting words soon from anyone eventually on the progress of the Prince and his accomplices to the Pacific city. Upon the attack, The bell that rang for alarm was loud enough to be heard up the hills and woods where the warriors of the Atlantic World camp and Lord Nathan had reasoned if anything went wrong they would already be making their escape by now but hours later with no appearance from either warriors or the prince, suspicion of the prince and Co. being in a dangerous situation rose amongst them as they was unable to make it back before dawn as planned also. for a man who was in a haste to sail back to base, Lord Nathan decided to go easy about it and relaxed his thoughts till the next night passes without either one of them or a word from them before he makes a rational decision since he was apparently the head of the warriors now.

"Good day Sire, Sorry if l may be bothering you , but I saw this strange bird hovering around the camp whistling for attention while I was picking sticks for fire north of the woods. I followed it down to the camp and it finally ended up perching on the tent's top where prince jath slept. And it appears to be the same bird Prince Jath fed before he left".... Desmond said as he pointed to the Nightingale binded and strapped to a tree by the tent. Lord Nathan went further to see the birds feathers and eyes painstakingly just to be certain it was the same bird, and It was. He started having ideas of all the things that could possibly be wrong and was sure this time that the prince had been captured and had somehow had time to meditate and sent the bird to cry for help on his behalf. Lord Nathan told Desmond to tell the warriors to keep vigilant and prepare for anything that might happen. As it seems there might be an attack on them some if they find out that there is a camp up here. If they found out that some of the Atlantic warriors were on the outskirts of their lands it would a matter of war which he had been avoiding from the very first instance.

"Sharpen ur swords my friend, we no longer wait as it seems like slumber. tonight we move in on the city. The prince is is despair and he needs us"... Lord Nathan told Desmond as he whisked away in a hurry to gather the rat and pass on the information. Lord Nathan watched him run off and talk to the others while he thought of a common strategy to use to breach the security at the gates and wall. It was a hard thought for him as he had no intentions whatsoever of planning an attack on a sovereign territory with boundaries and it's security. He went back into his tent and put away his calculations and project notes he planned on submitting to the Emperor on his return to the Empire. He took new sheets and started recording written words of his planned attack on the City to save Prince Jath, Ibinabo and Sandy.

Hours earlier, Sandy has been removed from the prison cell where she laid beside the prince and brought before the Key man, Jessiah the Commander who lead the troop to capture her and prince. She was being questioned as to her origin because of course her eyes were not of the Atlantic, and she spook differently. "Where are you from and what are you doing with this tribe of traitors and murderers?."... Jessiah asked her as she was made to sit in a tomb like room full of statutes and scrolls. She admired the beauty of the place that she forgot about the question she was being asked. Jessiah Smiled and asked her again this time more sternly. " I have no idea how I got there and I don't know exactly what you mean by murderers and traitors." Sandy replied him with her eyes fixed on the sword in his hands. " Look it's a good thing to keep the people you care about safe, but when it comes to a situation where you can be held captive forever you should reconsider your options. Look behind you little girl." Sandy turned and saw the hall lead to a tomb. She wasn't really sure what his point was, so she raised a eyebrow suggesting he went on to say why he asked her to look at the tomb. "You'll be in there for years to come, you ll not be killed or harmed but you will be locked up in a small space where there's little air to breath but enough to keep you asphyxiating and also alive. You're too young to suffer this traumatic experience. So please girl, answer my question honestly because this is your last chance".

Sandy was going to say she was telling the truth but it seemed a lie was all she needed to deliver herself of this situation. "I am not from the Atlantic world. I am a farmer on the outskirts and I was recruited to join the warriors of the Atlantic to break into the city. They paid a handful and promised to take me in if I helped them.." Sandy lied but in a way to get favour from the Commander of the Pacific knights. Jessiah looked at her closely and concluded that she told the truth and was worthless keeping her here. She was ordered to be taken back to her cell. Meanwhile this time gave the prince enough time to teeter with the spirit of the Nightingale and project it to fly to the camp and give a warning of distress. The prince could do that at least by simply closing his eyes and accessing his aura of superficial abilities. The Nightingale was a spirit animal and the prince found it most easy to connect to it.