Cowards Survive

Ísar stared at the army of paladins in front of his excited best friend in both awe and disbelief.

Osayi wasn't exaggerating. Their numbers were the likes of which none in his continent could've dreamed of.

"Toby!" Osayi yelled as he jumped the paladin standing in front of the rest, the woman easily catching him after letting her spear fall. "You came too!"

"My prince," she said with a smile as she put Osayi back on the ground and put one of her braids behind ear. "Of course I came. You sent word for as many paladins as possible. We live to serve the child of the gods."

The morning had been full of mixed emotions. There was dread and trepidation at the excursion they were about to embark on, as well as sudden panic at the mass appearance of paladins in golden armor in front of the castle.