Lord Sandor’s brother Rubert with his 40,000 royal men crowd the Sensia castle.
“Uncle I am not going with you.”
“Your father sent me a message to take you to Sumatra, my child.”
“Laurelle will go in my stead.”
“You think this is a child’s play, kid. The magic land’s future rests in our hands. And now yours.”
“I am only 15. What else do you expect from me, Uncle?”
“Look, your father became the lord of Sensia at 15. I was merely 17 when I entered Rhyca’s castle and battled her demons. You have our blood. Your father is only wounded or dead. If Gabrielle aids us then no dark souls can enter Sensia. And she will only listen to a pure soul who has never shed a blood and nor is a blade wielder””
“Can’t we beat them now? Father has 50,000 soldiers and you have 40,000. We can beat them.”
