Evening descended upon the Valley of Elah. A hushed anticipation draped itself over the encampnts of both the Israelite and Philistine forces. The sun dipped below the horizon.
Within King Saul’s encampnt, torches were lit. A subdued murmuring floated through the ranks—prayers, whispered conversations, and silent preparations for the looming confrontation against Goliath. The thin river between the two encampnts was a source of worry. One step, one splash, and the world was alert.
At first, the trio sat separated from the Israelites. Marta had made a strong impression on the n; fear, unease, and a dash of awe. But it wasn’t sufficient.
According to Kazi, pottery was widespread in this era. It existed but it wasn’t portable so soldiers didn’t carry food with them. Their only option was to send a batch of soldiers to a nearby village for resources, or gather food themselves. Both options had their own risks.
Therefore, to convince them, Kazi opened up his inventory and fed the soldiers.
Dried fruits, nuts, and pieces of bread wrapped in cloth, all contained in several baskets that were handed out. The soldiers, initially startled by the baskets, carefully checked the contents and food. The aroma of the provisions wafted through the air, mingling with the faint crackling of torches and the murmurs of anticipation that hung over the encampnt. The soldiers gave in and ate.
Gratitude shone in their eyes. The nourishnt provided a glimr of comfort and assurance amid the looming uncertainty of the impending battle. The atmosphere among the soldiers began to shift, transforming from one of unease to a semblance of camaraderie and determination.
King Saul himself appeared, still on horse ride. For so reason, the tallest man on their side refused to set his feet down.
"Impressive. What kind of magic is this?" King Saul asked.
"A gift from the Lord," Kazi replied, gesturing to Marta. "She has been blessed."
"Blessed, indeed." King Saul gazed down at Marta. "I thank you. Would you also do us the honours of feeding the Philistines?"
"H-huh?" Marta didn’t understand. "Feed...the enemy?"
"Yes."
The king’s orders did not make sense to anyone, except Kazi apparently. He smiled as if expecting this. He got up and said, "I will do as you say, O King."
The king regarded Kazi with approval. "Very well. Your na?"
"Kazi Hossain."
"Kazi Hossain, proceed with caution and extend our gesture of goodwill to the Philistine camp."
Kazi sent William and Marta a wink before heading off. ’
What in the world is he thinking?’
Like always, William didn’t expect to receive the answer till much later. Ten minutes passed. The sunset beca steeper. The ti for battle was almost there.
Who was to be selected? Who was to fight Goliath? The king had not decided and no man had stepped up to the challenge.
That was until there was commotion at the back. Soldiers were gathering at their flank. William and Marta exchanged glances.
"Let’s check it out," William said.
"Identify yourselves!"
At the call of King Saul’s voice, the soldiers moved swiftly, rallying together and positioning themselves, ready to defend against what seed to be an unexpected threat. Swords were drawn, and tension crackled in the air as the soldiers prepared for a potential skirmish.
The man and woman, seemingly unperturbed by the commotion they had incited, approached with asured steps. A tall, buff man in silver scale armour and a muscular woman in an armless white outfit and a waist-cape hanging from her waist. The woman led the duo, her hair done in a ponytail, expression set in a scowl and didn’t stop walking.
Amidst the mounting tension, William’s keen eyes caught a glimpse of familiarity. A na, a level, and a face. With a gasp of recognition, he stepped forward, raising a hand to signal for calm.
"Wait! Wait, wait, wait! These are, uh..." William looked back at the two. They weren’t so random foreigners, they were players. The woman raised a brow and then blinked in recognition. "Ksenia, right? Rember ? William?"
"William!" Ksenia, once ready to fight a whole army, relaxed. "It’s good to see you! I almost didn’t recognize you. My bad."
[ Na: Ksenia Stárová
Level: 21
Class: Interdiate Martial Artist ]
’Is it just , or...is she much stronger than before?’ William shook his head. Now was not the ti to think about that. He turned to King Saul, who seed as puzzled as everyone else.
"These are friends?" the king asked. "Who are they? Where are they from?"
Marta swooped in, "Do not worry, King Saul. These are n and won fated to be with us."
"Ho? Is that right?" King Saul believed her. Of course he did, from his perspective, she was a woman of God. "I shall allow this. Next ti, do let know, Lady of Yahweh."
The soldiers remained tense even as William and Marta approached them. The king’s trust in Marta was unshakable and he left without another word.
"Sorry about that," said William. "You ca at a bad ti."
"No kidding. I thought those guys were Goliath’s army," Ksenia replied. "By the way, which side is this?"
"The Israelites under King Saul," Marta said. "David doesn’t seem to exist here."
"Enough about that." Her male partner ca forth, massive arms crossed. He was just as tall as King Saul and his muscles were almost as polished as Goliath’s. If there was a man on their side that could be attributed as a giant, it would be him. It would be Nikolai Aleksandrovich Ivanov.
’Holy shit, it’s him!’ William hadn’t recognized him since he had switched from a tank top to sleeveless scale armour. Once the short hair and expression ca into view, he was unmistakable. ’He’s so much bigger up closer!’
"You are players," Nikolai stated. "Tell : what do you wish for?"
Ksenia rolled her eyes. "Sorry about that. He goes around asking th—"
"Hush, Ksenia! I want to hear them! You!" Nikolai pointed a finger at William. "What is your dream, young man!?"
"My dream? Um..."
William...didn’t really know.
"Dreams are what make us. They are what keep us going in this ga." Nikolai moved onto Marta. "How about you?"
"...I want to get stronger."
"Interesting! Why?"
"Because..." Marta inhaled. "I just want to."
"Strength, regardless of reason, is a great dream!" Nikolai grinned. "It seems we will get along fine, Marta!"
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