Chapter Thirteen
"Men fight wars because they cannot, or more truthfully, will not find a way to avoid a bloody fight. As the more aggressive of sexes, men will rather run to a battle than from one."
-Code of the Feminine; author unknown
The sky was barely growing lighter as night gave way to dawn. A faint whitish yellow color crept over the horizon as Flath rode down into the fringes of White Oak Valley and into the large war camp. The mist that had clung to him like slick, cold skin started dissipating as the light burned it away.
"Flath, it is good to see you, man," a friendly voice called to him as he rode into camp and dismounted, stretching stiff muscles.
"I wish I could say it is good to be back, Adam." He smirked and clapped the older man on the back. "I hope we can push them
