Chapter 394. Lahhak and Farshidvard.

“Cheer up,” harangued Piran. “We were doing so well, and one loss – did we even lose? Not really, it was a stalemate – doesn’t mean much.”

“Yeah, but a lot of us got killed,” sobbed his men.

“I know. It sucks,” said Piran. “But we can’t give up, or we’ll all be slaughtered. And, I can’t emphasize this enough, we’re perfectly capable of winning here. Without bloodshed, too. I’ve made a deal with Giv.”

“What kind of deal?” sniffled someone.

“Battle of champions,” said Piran. “I’m going to need at least ten of you to stop crying, like, now.”

“Trying,” gulped someone.

“I will cut off your heads,” said Piran exasperatedly. “Get a grip.”

“Yes sir!” Everyone jumped to their feet, smiles plastered on.

“That’s better,” sighed Piran. “Now spend the night preparing for war. I’ll announce my selections in the morning.” He beckoned Lahhak and Farshidvard aside.

“Are we selected?” asked Lahhak eagerly.

“You’re selected to lead the army in my absence,” said Piran. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

“So we won’t get to represent Turan?”

“You get to represent the descendants of Viseh,” hissed Piran. “Alive. On this planet. Don’t you understand? Human’s dead. Nastihan’s dead. Golbad will have to fight tomorrow.  All our other brothers and cousins, gone. I don’t expect to survive this either. So that’s my last order to you: Don’t. Die.”

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