FIERY

CHAPTER FIVE

Three years passed like a blink of an eye, General Rotama sat on her horse with her higher ups looking down on the fierce blood bath her army was making. They were unstoppable, killing any enemy in sight. Her eyes lingered on her daughter who seem to be getting more and more energy the more she killed. Around her were dead men twice her size and that did not seem to scare her.

Three years ago, she changed from her curious and carefree to a killing rage. Even though that makes her happy and thrilled that as young as she is, her name ignite fear beyond imagination to the hearts of all their enemies, her humanity worried her the most, she could fight and kill all day and that wouldn't fade her strength.

"General, Noore is amazing , I have never seen such fiery passion in anyone before, she just amaze me day in and out." Praises were always been thrown her way about her daughter. "Yes General, your blood seems to be a powerful asset to have indeed, each generation gets better and better". she sense what these talks means, marriage all want to connect with them through blood and she will not allow anyone to play God with her daughter's life. "Warriors, I want to make this clear, my daughter would choose her own partner, I will never force anything down on her , this better be the last time any of you bring this up to me again". Sighs of rejection were heard all over, although they were family and have been fighting hand-in-hand , the Dragon army chooses only the best female fighter in each clan to join them, they may be one as an army but pressures from the clan leaders to push their request to the General's ear was drowning them.But if they succeed and noorebella marries into their clan , her children will someday lead the Dragon army, they will protect them and they will run to their aid when they were in danger. Power is said to be a double-edged sword but it has many pecks they can't wait to taste. But since the ancient days the founders of the army has remained neutral to all the clans when it came to their daughters partners, Pera married a blacksmith from a nearby clan who were not acknowledged by the Tadona people, but after uniting them , the Kingdom enjoyed the benefit of making steel stronger than ever, Rotama married her cousin who is the commander of their Clan and now it will be in a Noorebella's turn in a few years and everyone including the King has their eyes peeled for such opportunity.

"General, the army is retreating, we won, we won". General Rotama smiled slightly but her eyes caught Noorebella in pursuit, " everyone fall back, Noore stand down", she shouted but her orders fell on deaf ears, anger filled out her eyes and she rode her horse in a high speed, chasing her daughter who had caught up to some enemies killing them in the process, General Rotama jumped down and slapped Noorebella's face. She dropped her sword and stared down, avoiding the General deadly glare." Pick it up and released the rage " she ordered her ,"pick up the fucking sword". Noorebella panted heavily, deciding if she should pick it up or disobey but the latter will worsen the situation. She went down and pick her sword , "fight me " her eyes widen in shock but it disappeared as quickly has it came, "General , we are in the open, anything can happen when e re this exposed". Her strategist whispered into her ear, General Rotama calmed down at once, " take our dead with us and turn on the camp, move out". She watched as noorebella stared at her deeply, " we will settle this back at Camp ". The dragon army moved away from the battlefield , they marched to the base, some on horses, others on foot but they all had their mind on one thing, the fight.

Noorebella was nervous when her mother told her to pick up her sword, she knew she fucked up but still she will rather die in the hands of her enemy than ridicule her family name by begging her mother. She sat on a her horse with a phlegmatic face heading to camp. She arrived all eyes were on her , she went to her tent and got out of her armor, drank some wine and started to get ready," are you really fighting the General" Zara inquiring her," she is your mother, go and apologize don't make this thing into conflict. From the day they both fought to the blink of death,they have been close , in and out of battle. Noorebella smiled at Zara, she knew her friend worried about her but she will not back down from this fight, secretly tucked away in her deepest darkest mind her mother was the reason her grandmother died and she has never forgiven her after all these years. This is an opportunity that befell on her and even though she hadn't said it out loud her mother failed. She hugged her friend deeply and got out of her tent making her way to the open space in the middle of her base, with a sword in her hand ,she waited.

People started forming a circle around her , other glad they will be entertained, and some trying to talk her out of this insanity. A messenger went in a hurry to notified the General who was in a meeting with the higher-ups, "General Rotama, Noorebella is waiting," head jerked to the messenger's voice , "what the hell did you just say, she is waiting for the General ".

Shocked by her courage or foolishness, they were impressed, " that girl she sure has gust". General Rotama laughed loudly and with a pleased face, "that is my daughter, the granddaughter of Pera and I expected nothing more from her than to face her worries head-on and not back down or cower away. If she had walked in here and begged, I would have killed her for disgracing our bloodline." Petrified by her words, they are rushed out of the General's tent and indeed there she stood, the moonlight shining on her,with her sword in her hand, eyes closed, her black long hair tied up behind her, feet apart and with a peaceful face and she look like Yena, the first female warrior to ever existed in their history. General Rotama came out and she too was ready teach her daughter about respect. She near the open space, the way was parted for her. Estrogen and testosterone overloaded, energy soaring in both of them , revenge versus disciplined and they attacked .....