Emissary

“Where do you think you’re going, young lady?” the soldier yelled, running towards her. She stopped and looked him dead in the eyes.

“I need to speak to the General.” The soldier laughed in her face.

“Why don’t you tell me the important information? I will pass it on to him.” His grin was patronizing. She never wavered.

“Tell him I bring news from the White Raven.” His smile disappeared. His eyes grew large. He scratched nervously at the scruff on his neck. Before he could speak, she stated, “If you do not let me through, you will be all be dead by tomorrow.”