A warm spring breeze swept over the kingdom. Its people were happy most of the time, except for when they would hear of more and more terrorist attacks. No one knows a lot about the terrorists or why they even oppose the kingdom, but they have never been reported to harm other nations. Sometimes they would attack in pack raids, sometimes they act as snipers. Some have even used explosives to blow themselves up just to take innocent lives with them. Those are the ones that are usually feared the most. That and knowing that the terrorists hate the kingdom and its people so much that some of them would even go as far as deliberately throw their lives away just to cause them trouble. Border guards have been stationed at all corners and gates of the nation, and are all required to be sharp enough to spot any potential threats.
King Feldon paced irritably back and forth in his throne room. He had yet to decide on his new orders for the royal knights of the kingdom. He needed a tactician among them, for he simply had too many other important things to tend to. Zaphikel volunteered for the position, but Feldon had to decline. He knew she was smart, but felt she was too lacking in war experience to be able to properly lead or make important decisions. Considering these were the tough times of war, he would need somebody with experience. Somebody sharp. Witty and imaginative. Someone who was able to make quick logical deductions and avoid enemy traps or ambushes. Someone who could lead the knights to victory.
Meanwhile, the royal knights themselves had been assigned guard duty outside the castle walls for the time being. They knew they would be summoned by one of the king's messengers soon, but for now they were to help keep and maintain the peace of the kingdom. And it seemed peaceful enough so far. Too peaceful, in Zaphikel's opinion. Too quiet. Looking into her open tome, the sorceress sighed. "Those terrorists have been rather quiet these past couple weeks, haven't they?" she said to her fellow knights with a hint of boredom. "After that last suicide bombing in the lesser nobles'-class village of Malqui, nothing else has happened." Not yet, at least, she mentally added. All of this silence put Zaphikel on edge, but none of her feelings about it showed. Instead she looked bored, like she was expecting tedious work rather than a terrorist attack. The country was due for one eventually.