Warmoring (1)

Haythia's bedroom, Darkrealms Castle
4:00am
Haythia could hear the drums beating, but she didn't get up. Every morning for three years the drums would sound through the castle at four and Haythia was forced to get out of her bed and train in the art of war, but for the past week her trainer, Andreas Seset, would wake Haythia up in the kindest of ways. As these thoughts went through Haythia's head, she felt the weight of the bed shift and without opening her eyes she knew the Andreas had come.
"Good morning love." He said gently. Haythia turned to face him. Andreas... Andreas was Haythia's love, trainer, and the right hand of the man Haythia hated most. The moment Haythia first set foot in the castle Andreas and Andreas alone had been kind to her.
"Morning." She said, but as her eyes met his she didn't see the usual calm content look on his face. No, this time a look of worry and concern was all Haythia was greeted with.
"Whats wrong?" Haythia asked. Andreas' sea green cat eyes held no light.
"Elleron..." Andreas paused. A flare of hate shot through Haythia's body.
"Elleron has decided that we go to war today." Andreas finished. Great. Yet another day ruined by the bastard Elleron. Haythia sat upright.
"Now?" she asked.
"He said that we are to be on the battlefield by sunrise."
Haythia cursed under her breath. Elleron. He was the man who brought her here. He was the man who ruined her life. He was the man that was using her. He was the center of all Haythia's hate.
"I'll... I'll be in the arena. Come down your ready." Andreas said getting out of the bed and heading for the door. Haythia could tell the he too was upset at Elleron's last-minute decision. Haythia got out of bed when she heard the door close and headed over to her fighting wardrobe. The dark morning didn't help her mood any.
"War. The idiot." Haythia said walking into her wardrobe looking for the right out-fit. Every "war" that Haythia fought for Elleron only lasted a couple hours, only on rare occasion did the "war" last more than a few days. They were more like really big fights and scrambles. Elleron always won. Sighing harshly Haythia picked out on old out-fit.
"Gods, I haven't worn this in forever." She said looking at her old leather sparing-suit. It consisted of a pair of shorts, a single-sleeved tank top, a right shoulder guard, arm guards, boots, and a belt.
"I wonder if the enchantments still work..." Haythia said to herself. The out-fit as two enchantments on it. One was that no matter how much Haythia grew, it would always fit her. The second was that when the armor was hit a couple times, a protective shield of magic would cover Haythia's body until any one piece of the armor was removed. Haythia took off her pajamas and put on the old sparing-suit. She looked at herself in the mirror.
"Well at least that enchantment works." Haythia said. She then proceeded over to her weapons closet. As she opened the closet Haythia cursed Elleron.
"Yam I eb eht eno ot llik mih." She whispered in goblin. Haythia looked through the blades in the closet, then she spotted the two she wanted. The weapons were two short swords in the shape of lop-sided diamonds, with smaller side of the diamond near the hilt and there was no hand guards on either of the blades. Haythia held the weapons firmly.
Elleron Rawdroll, vampiric king of the DarkRealms. He stole Haythia from her family when she was fifteen, bit her, and kept her in this god-forsaken castle for three long years.
"When this is over Elleron will finally pay for everything with his life." Haythia assured herself as she left her room.
"Everything."
Haythia had been human once.