The Ice and Fire Rebellion

The plains became silent as the wind's shriek brought forth ghostly war sounds. Lord Aderion stood by the encampment edge while his sword pommel received his gauntleted hand. The freezing temperature attacked his body yet he paid it no mind. His eyes fixed on the distant Winterfell towers which stood against a storm-filled sky as stone walls rose from the landscape. The battlefield remained hidden by snowfall while steel weapons would soon strike each other and blood would mix with the frozen earth.

How long had it been?

A question persisted in his thoughts although he knew the truth already. Too long. The passage of years had left him without a banner to follow since he last experienced horse gallops and enemy stares before battle engagements. Time previously formed him into an unmatched warrior. Time gradually diminished the cutting power of every blade.

His hand gripped the broken-down leather hilt of his sword. The weapon felt familiar to him but it weighed heavier than his memory recalled. During his training he practiced alone by cutting the empty air with his blade yet battle demanded immediate action without any pause. No second chances. A deep breath escaped his lungs as he observed his breath dissipate into the freezing air.

I wonder if my inner flame remains alive. Have I lost my former warrior spirit or am I still pursuing the warrior I used to be?

The wind blew against the banners of PYC, Lords of Ice and Fire which flapped behind him. This mighty fighting force had dominated battlefields until their name lost most of its former greatness. That, too, would change.

Glory is not given. It is taken.

Aderion came back to the world without looking toward the past but with focus on building the future.

A Horn tolled from the camp site against the frozen atmosphere. Warriors hurried to their assigned positions as horses snorted while pawing at the frozen ground while their riders either prayed quietly or sharpened their weapons. Aderion remained motionless for one more beat of his steady heart.

His eyes moved across the gathered troops who stood before him as warriors and defenders both male and female showing battle scars in their expressions. His soldiers saw him beyond his combat skills because he led them.

The soldiers depend on me to secure their triumphs. Do I still have it in me?

The steel determination that had led him through many wars fought against his fleeting doubts until they vanished.

Aderion approached his warhorse as the dark mane of the beast displayed traces of frost. His palm rested on the horse's side as he sought comfort from its heat. The fresh northern breeze entered his body as he took a deep breath.

This is where I belong. Not in the shadows of old memories, but here, in the storm of battle.

He mounted his horse swiftly while his steed snorted with battle excitement and he seized the reins. A second enemy horn blast sounded throughout the battlefield.

Aderion’s eyes narrowed. Let them come. I allow them to attempt stealing what I vowed to reclaim.

His sword reached its highest point while the blade reflected the weak morning sunlight.

“For PYC!” he roared.

He kicked his horse into motion as he raced through the path that destiny had chosen for him.

The battlefield extended endlessly with icy terrain and rocky ground where survival belonged to those who were strong and the rest would perish. Lord Aderion examined their six warriors who had gained their strength through combat but faced an overwhelming enemy force. Hefna remained upright behind him with her twin blades shining under the dim illumination. Victor Salen adjusted his hold on his axe as his face remained hidden behind his thick helmet.

Six against fifteen.

Aderion’s jaw tightened. He had survived improbable challenges in the past but this situation presented a trial that exceeded everything else. FvM brought fifteen warriors as their enemy force when they arrived. These veterans were not regular soldiers but hardened warriors who had written their names into legendary status.

Hefna spoke quietly as she puffed out breath through the icy air beside him.

The warrior named Aderion tightened his grip on his sword hilt while nodding his response. Outnumbered, yes. But not defeated.

When the signal sounded everything turned into complete disorder. The warriors propelled themselves forward as their boots broke through the frozen earth. The battlefield sounded with constant steel clashes along with warriors screaming as they fought against the wounded and raging toward victory.

Aderion cut through the battlefield with the force of a natural power as he entered the battle with his sword. Aderion faced his first combatant who stood as a massive figure with a colossal warhammer. The swift first attack aimed to crush him yet Aderion successfully dodged it while turning his body to strike with his sword. Steel met flesh. The warrior grunted while backing up but FvM had another fighter ready to replace him.

There’s no time to hesitate.

Hefna fought with a savage blade dance while she launched her attacks with ruthless accuracy. Victor Salen destroyed two warriors using his axe which cut through their shields and protective armor. Each enemy they defeated led to multiple replacements among their adversaries.

The package that served as their worth proof became trapped in continuous battle between the two forces. FvM took control during the initial phase because they outnumbered their opponents. But PYC did not falter. The enemy forces pushed back the attacking force until the enemy ranks finally gave way before quickly regaining their lost ground.

Aderion detected a rider who tried to escape with the package. His heart pounded. Not today.

He delivered a forceful kick that sent his enemy flying before he rushed ahead. He mounted a horse beside him as the beast reared from beneath him while he grabbed the reins. The rider faced a barrage of snow and mud when Aderion chased him down. One strike. That’s all I need.

He swung.

Aderion’s blade penetrated their shoulder before the enemy could even respond. The enemy released a muffled scream while dropping the package from their hands. Aderion caught it mid-air.

Victory.

The fighting area paused its motion for a brief instant. They had done it. They had proven themselves.

But the battle was not over.

The enemy reacted with intense anger after their defeat by intensifying their attacks. PYC continued fighting until their bodies reached exhaustion levels. Their forces were too small and their power had reached its limits. The task of holding the package only required one attempt. Doing it again? Impossible.

PYC shifted their focus. The statues.

PYC managed to seize the statues by their sheer determination as the battle started to escape their control.

Finally the battle reached its conclusion.

The enemy had won.

The warriors from PYC exited the battlefield without feeling shattered. Their pride remained firm as they stood with elevated heads during the battle. Despite their defeat they demonstrated their strength by fighting against impossible challenges.

Aderion ended his combat with a controlled breath while he put his sword away despite feeling exhaustion in his body.

This was only the beginning.

He looked at his warriors then gave a single nod. We will face the next challenge prepared.

A fire emerged inside him as the sun set beyond the horizon.

They had lost this battle.

But war was far from over. The following victory would belong to them.