Word Prompt Wednesday: Rug (2/01/19)

The Aim: Write a piece of flash fiction of any genre under 750 words. It must include the word shown in the prompt below.

The flames had started to die down on the fire in the centre of the pit, surrounded by logs used as makeshift seats. Silvania had been camped here for 2 weeks now waiting for the war to start, for the enemy to make itself known. She got up and made her way through the mud clogged field to her tent, been the Princess Royale her tent was the biggest to be found, surrounded by guards even when she was not in it. She entered through the curtain and removed the fur lined boots careful not to splash mud on the plush rugs which lined the floor.
The tent was warm enough, something she was grateful for given that the first flurries of light snow had started to fall earlier in the evening. Silvania knew that the rest of the army were getting restless, they had decided to come and set up the war-camp early to prepare for the winter weather and get themselves in a position which held the best advantages. As the first female commander of the Army and Elite Guard she knew that even more eyes watched her, to see how this played out. Many of the men under her leadership struggled accepting that she would know better, a mere female in the world of men.
Silvania knew what she was doing, knew what they thought of her but as daughter of the King they could hardly argue with his decisions. She had a lot to prove and she was thankful for the Counsel that guided her, that trusted her. Spies had returned early with the news that the opposing forces had moved even closer, not stopping for rest or sleep. They would be here in less than a day. She had told her army to rest, sleep and prepare for battle. Now it was a waiting game.
Silvania’s Elven magic stirred, she had spent the last few weeks learning how to control it better, to stretch it and make it more powerful. She already knew that she was the most powerful Elf in the continent, she far surpassed her father, that is why he hadn’t objected to sending her. Silvania had trained with the elite guard since the age of 6 years, she had 20 years of training with them, refusing to play the part of a traditional Princess, all Silvania cared about was protecting her City, her people, her fathers land. War had never come to these lands before but a new power had taken root in the South, pushing North wards they had captured and taken over many of the large cities and provinces on the way here, to try to conquer the North.
There would be little sleep for her this night, instead she took comfort in knowing that the people who she surrounded herself with would rest, would be strong and well rested for the battle that laid ahead.
After a fitful night, Silvania had dressed quickly ready for the battle ahead. The scouts had returned an hour ago, the enemy only a few hours from the camp. Soldiers were dressed and ready, the horses were all armored ready for their riders. The healers had readied the medi-tents at the back of the camp. Now it was a waiting game. Silvania summoned that magic from deep within and left it resting near the surface. Less than 2 hours later the horizon broke with dark figures who marched towards them. Silvania moved to the front-line and stood at the centre between the two most powerful elite guards. She raised her hands to the sky and channeled the magic within. The blast of shadows hit the ground in front of the Army heading towards them and split the ground in two. Silvania smirked as she turned and shouted to charge.

 

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Thanks for reading

Emma-Louise x