Chapter XIII: The Burning Castle
The legend of Sinardia: The Origins
The young archer, still with his left arm sore and bandaged by himself, watched the messenger owl leave for the mainland, not quite sure if his message would arrive well or if it would never arrive. He looked down: he couldn't really understand what was going on. It was true that the evening light made the shadows increase, and therefore that his eyesight, so precise during the day, was not so precise at night, but, as that attack had been executed, the strategist could not be said to be a genius. It could also be that they didn't have accurate information about the castle's defenses, but it was still very strange. The heavy cavalry had attacked through a piece of wall that was practically impregnable, while the archers had concentrated on one of the gates, when from where they were shooting, they could not reach the defenders.