The two hosts gathered on the battlefield for three days. At dawn on the fourth day the armies lined up against one another. The valley and river folk were on one side, the forest and mountain folk on the other. The kings faced each other at the head of their hosts, each refusing to back down from a war neither man really wanted.

But the die had been cast. A nobles honor was at stake, and each king was honor bound to go to war over it. The reputation of one man had been disparaged and because of that thousands would be killed or crippled.

Before either king could give the signal for their army to attack, down the road between them rode a solitary figure. He screamed, ” Halt, don’t anyone move or suffer the wrath of the Mystic of Cascadia.”

The mystic came to a sliding stop between the two kings. Both looked upon the great wizard with unveiled hate. “Out of the way mystic, ” one of the kings yelled. “You have no jurisdiction here,” yelled the other king.

A silenced preseeded and as each king was about to give the signal to attack the top of the mystic’s staff began to blaze with fire.

“Stay where you are or suffer the dragon’s blaze,” he yelled, but both kings raised their swords, ready to drop it straight down, thus giving the signal to attack.

Before the kings’s swords could drop, flames shot from the mystic’s staff, and with two simultaneous beams of white lightning setting their swords on fire, both kings screamed in agony as their swords melted in their hands. “Commence with this war and I will vaporize your kings,” he screamed such that every person on the war field could clearly hear.he

“Drop your swords now or they die,” the mystic roared. A guardsman of the king closest to the mystic let fly an arrow, clearly intending to kill the mystic. Before it could strike it’s target the arrow was met with a beam of fire from the mystic’s staff. The arrow was instantly turned into ash.Seeing this had not properly scarred the kings, so the mystic sent another beam of fire, this time hitting the arrow’s shooter.She too was instantly burned to ash.

This got both of the king’s attention, and each gave the order to stand down.

“Clearly there’s another path that can be followed,” one king said. “A path to peace,” the other king added.

And thus ended The Battle At Anshon with only one casualty, and two kings determined to save their own necks simply by maintaining the peace.