You can feel the power - Editor
by Billy Wong
Colin drew his cloak tight about his body as he stepped out of Warren's empty tent into the cold night air, eyes wandering in search of his commander and friend. The warrior stood at the edge of the camp, facing the great walled city of Gustrone. Though his back was turned, there was no mistaking his singular poise and armored frame. Colin didn't understand why the man wore armor now, though he almost always did. The weight of that iron plate must have been tiring, but Warren showed no sign of it.
Without turning, he acknowledged Colin's approach. "Can't sleep, even after battle? Is the joy of victory so invigorating?"
He shrugged. "Maybe I've learned not to need sleep, like you." Colin was sure Warren slept at some point, but he had never actually seen him doing it, and nor did hunger or thirst hamper him as much as other men. "Anyway, I'm leaving tomorrow."
"Oh? You're not going to stay and celebrate our victory with me? Now that we've defeated the dukes, the people will have no choice but to accept me as king."
"I'll be back. I'm just going to take Rhona home. You know the battlefield's no place for her."
Warren exhaled, a mist dancing from his lips. "I don't understand you, Colin. That little hellcat matches the best of us in killing every day, and now you say she can't fight?"