A line of five hundred soldiers marched steadily along the road to Confluendi, the rhythmic sound of their boots striking the frozen ground echoing through the cold winter air. The n moved in disciplined silence, their breath misting as they exhaled, forming small clouds against the crisp sky.
Behind them, a procession of heavy carriages followed at a slower pace. Each was loaded with sacks of grain, rye and chests of silver, essential supplies to alleviate the brewing crisis in the lawless lands of Confluendi. The grain and rye , harvested in the autumn, had been stored for tis of need, and now, it was more necessary than ever.
As they neared the borders of Confluendi, the landscape grew more desolate. Empty farms with ruined crops and dilapidated houses lined the road, evidence of the chaos that had gripped the region after Lady Elyra's death. Villages had been picked clean, their inhabitants either fleeing into the wild or succumbing to violence and hunger.
''Things are worse than I thought," he muttered to himself, the cold air biting at his face. "Rykio said he'd managed to round up the refugees in camps in his last letter , so at least they're not scattered across the countryside anymore." That had been one relief—the chaos of people roaming freely, pillaging what little was left, had been sowhat contained. "But still..."Alpheo's jaw clenched, his breath escaping in a visible puff of frustration.
Shit had hit the fan too soon...
Despite Rykio's efforts, the damage had already been done in a startlingly short amount of ti. Even after the siege of Confluendi had ended, the lawlessness had persisted. The roaming refugees, driven by hunger and desperation, had stripped the land bare. Livestock had been slaughtered, crops trampled, and hos abandoned as fear spread like wildfire. Rykio and his n had only recently corralled them into camps, but the damage was vast, far worse than the initial reports had suggested.
"Less than two weeks " Alpheo thought, "so little ti since the end of the siege, and already the land feels ruined. How can so much be lost in so little ti?" Famine was already on the horizon if they didn't act fast.
He glanced back at the carts of grain following the soldiers, a temporary solution to a growing problem. "This will buy us ti, but not much. If we don't rebuild and replant before the light-winter finished by spring, there won't be a next harvest." Alpheo's grip on the reins tightened. He wasn't just here to distribute aid; he had to ensure the survival of the land and the people, after all soon they will all contribute to his coffers,, so it was his duty and also his interest , to make sure that the land did not flow into famine and banditry.
That damn bitch ,Alpheo thought as she he projected the image of the person responsible for all of this.
As they continued to march, the rhythmic crunch of boots on frost-covered ground filled the air. Jarza, ever observant, had been quietly watching Alpheo for so ti. He rode his horse a little closer and cleared his throat.
"Everything alright?" Jarza asked, his rough voice cutting through Alpheo's thoughts.
Alpheo blinked, dazed from his deep contemplation. "What?" he asked, turning his gaze to Jarza, his expression slightly confused.
"I asked if everything's alright," Jarza repeated, eyeing him closely. "It's written all over your face, Alpheo. You're thinking hard about sothing. Is it really that bad?"
Alpheo let out a long sigh, his shoulders slumping a little. "It's... complicated," he admitted, glancing back over his shoulder at the carts laden with grain and silver. "This is going to require a lot of work, more than I anticipated. We still need to make sure the land is cultivated again, and sohow, we need to repopulate the villages." His voice trailed off, the enormity of the task hanging heavily between them.
Jarza didn't say anything at first, just kept staring at Alpheo with that quiet intensity he was known for. Finally, Alpheo t his gaze and, in a rare mont of vulnerability, admitted, "After all this ti… I thought maybe I'd get a chance to rest. But I'm worn out, Jarza. This is just... exhausting."
Jarza nodded slowly, processing the confession. "I don't know what to say" he said after a mont, his usual bluntness softened by an undercurrent of concern. "We all have been under a lot of stress, we did not think it was this bad for you yet...''
Alpheo chuckled, though the sound was more weary than amused. "And there's nothing I can do about it," he said, shaking his head. "This ti, I just have to suck it up and get through it."
Jarza gave a small shrug, though the look in his eyes said he understood more than his words let on. "Just don't burn yourself out too much. We still need you in one piece."
Alpheo smiled faintly at that.
As they crested a small hill, Alpheo finally caught sight of the sprawling refugee camp in the distance. The outskirts of Confluendi were now dominated by a sea of ragged tents, hastily erected in uneven rows. Smoke curled from makeshift fire pits, and the faint clamor of human activity carried on the wind. It was a bleak sight, a stark reminder of the chaos the war had wrought.
A group of riders erged from the camp, galloping toward Alpheo's contingent with purpose. At their head, Alpheo recognized Rykio imdiately, even at a distance. The man's usually sharp features were now haggard and worn, the exhaustion evident in the dark circles under his eyes. His armor was dirty and dented, his face lined with the fatigue of countless sleepless nights spent managing the unruly refugees. Still, there was a flicker of relief in his expression when his gaze shifted past Alpheo to the heavily laden carriages filled with grain and silver.
The riders slowed to a trot as they approached, and Rykio raised his hand in greeting, a weary smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Captain'' he called out, his voice rough but filled with gratitude. "I thought you'd never get here."
Alpheo rode forward, nodding at Rykio. "I wish I could say things looked better," he replied, his eyes scanning the camp. "But I'm glad to see you've managed to keep things in check."
Rykio sighed, dismounting his horse as he rubbed his temples. "Barely. It's been... hell. But seeing those supplies..." He nodded toward the carts. "That's more than I dared hope for."
Alpheo dismounted as well, walking toward Rykio. He clasped his lieutenant's arm in a firm, familiar grip. "We'll get through this," he said, though he knew the road ahead was anything but easy. The sight of the mass of tents, the ragged state of the people, and the desolation surrounding them told him just how much work remained to be done.
"What's the situation?" Alpheo asked, his voice steady, though his eyes revealed his concern.
Rykio exhaled heavily, rubbing the back of his neck as he began explaining. "We've been surviving on what little we had. Each person gets one bowl of porridge a day, but it's mostly water. Barely enough to keep them standing." His tone was grim, reflecting the harsh reality they'd been living with. "The first week was the worst. A group of refugees couldn't take it anymore and tried to riot... hunger got the better of them." His face darkened at the mory. "We put it down quickly, but the rebellion cost us lives."
Alpheo nodded, his expression solemn. "That must've been hard." He knew Rykio had done his best, but the strain was evident in his voice and posture.
Rykio shook his head slightly. "It was... necessary. Things have cald down since then, but the tension's still there. Every day's a struggle to keep them in line."
Alpheo crossed his arms, his brow furrowed. "What about the numbers? How many people are we dealing with now?"
Rykio's mouth tightened as he answered, "There were 3,500 refugees at the start. After the uprising and the sickness that followed, we're down to 3,000. Most of those who died were too weak, starved to the point where any illness beca fatal." He shook his head. "It's been ugly, Captain . Real ugly."
Alpheo absorbed the information in silence, his gaze sweeping over the camp once more. The sight of so many hollow-eyed people cramd into those ragged tents made his stomach tighten. He had known things would be bad, but this was worse than he'd anticipated.
"3,000..." he murmured, mostly to himself. The number was still high, but at least it was manageable. With the supplies they'd brought and proper organization, he could work with this. "Alright. It's not good, but we'll manage. First thing's first: we need to stabilize this camp, get so real food into them before things fall apart again."
Alpheo rode through the middle of the refugee camp, the desolate sight unfolding before him with every hoofbeat. Rows upon rows of ragged tents flapped in the cold wind, and the air was thick with the scent of despair. Refugees, a mix of gaunt-faced adults and hollow-eyed children, stared at the passing carriages. Their eyes followed the wheels rolling over the dirt.
As they progressed, so of the more desperate refugees shuffled too close to the supply wagons, reaching out with bony hands. A few soldiers reacted swiftly, striking at them with sticks, shouting harshly, "Stay back! Back away!" The blows weren't heavy, but the refugees flinched, retreating quickly to avoid further punishnt.
Alpheo grimaced at the scene, gripping the reins tighter as he surveyed the people. The hunger etched into their faces was one thing, but what disturbed him more was the absence of the elderly. The old, it seed, had been the first to perish, their frail bodies unable to withstand the harsh conditions. Even the children were few, their small numbers an indication of how many had been lost. It was one thing to know that so many people were starving while reading it on a letter , yet seeing it now was a completely different sight.
He turned to his right, where Asag rode close beside him, ever alert. "Asag," Alpheo called, breaking the heavy silence between them, "we need to organize a handout as soon as possible. Get food to the people and calm this storm before it becos a riot."He said as he recognised the first sign of a possible uprising
Asag nodded, his expression unreadable but his eyes sharp with understanding. "There will be chaos," he said, glancing at the desperate faces they passed. "They'll rush us the mont they see real food."
"I know," Alpheo said, his voice low but firm. "That's why I want a good number of n standing on guard. We need to do this in an orderly fashion. If we lose control here, we will be forced to kill them all''
"Consider it done," Asag replied. He spurred his horse ahead, riding toward the front to give orders, while Alpheo remained behind, watching the camp with a growing sense of unrest inside his chest.
He surely did not want to be in the middle of it , if things took a turn for the worse
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