Natyla and the Ryzin: Summons; Part One of Three

Profiles and Terms

Natyla Lynnin: A young Ryzin warrior the age of 17 of high rank. She is dispatched to war by Queen Joyaste. Her weapon of preference is a whip.
Vincynt Lynnin: Natyla's wista who is 16. Tactics and machine guns are his specialty.
Queen Joyaste: The Queen of the Ryzin; a cruel, hateful spirit.
Evelyn Lione: Natyla's childhood rival and a high-ranking Ryzin warrior.
Ryzin: A tribe of aggressive humans that are female-dominated. Their queens are usually quite deadly. They dominate a small country also known as Ryzin. When two Ryzin mate, the name takes the last name of the female.
Ryzin Battlegard: A combat suit with black visors, leather armguards, leather kneeguards, black leather gloves, a leather-strapped body suit which extends to the kneeguards, and thin silk leggings. Generally, tiny knives are kept inside compact compartments inside the gloves.
Femaril: A high-ranking Ryzin general appointed and trusted by the Queen. Wista: The name for the male mate of a female Ryzin.
Romead: The name for the female mate of a male Ryzin.



Summons

Natyla's eyes opened, and the bright light creeped in. Natyla rubbed her eyes, and sat up on her bed. Looking around, she noticed that her mate, her wista, was absent from the room. "Hey, Vincynt!" Vincynt ran in. "What?"

Natyla yawned. "What time is it?" Vincynt shook his head. "It's eleven in the morning. You missed one of your military meetings, and I tossed out your breakfast." Another yawn. "That's it?" Vincynt signed. "Yeah, that's it." Natyla grinned. "Right, get dressed! We need to visit Queen Joyaste!"

Vincynt shook his head. "Bad idea. Evelyn visited her in your place. I'm not exactly sure what's going on." Natyla cocked an eyebrow. "Evelyn? That wench? We definitely have to go now, and straighten this out!" Vincynt shook his head yet again.

Natyla and Vincynt rode over to the Queen's palace in their chariot. The guards saluted her as they passed, and they entered the throne room. Natyla kneeled onto one knee. "Queen Joyaste. I am here to serve." A moist feeling fell onto Natyla's head. She looked up, and Evelyn towered over her.

"Evelyn. What do you want?" Evelyn grinned maliciously. "It's not what I want. It's what the queen wants." Natyla looked up to the queen. "What is your bidding, your highness?" Joyaste smiled. "Evelyn has brought a wonderful plan to my attention. You are to immediately lead a small army to invade Patoran." Natyla gasped. "Patoran, your highness? But their army's huge!"

Joyaste walked down. "Precisely. Use your wista's tactics and defeat this huge army. You don't have to come back successful. Just make sure you put fear of the name Ryzin into their hearts." Natyla glared at Evelyn. "Yes, your highness."

Vincynt and Natyla exited the chamber. Natyla's face steamed. "Argh! That Evelyn. She's always been trying to one-up me! We have to one-up her. We're going to beat the Patoran army!" Vincynt arched both eyebrows. "Are you serious? I think Joyaste was being a bit optimistic. My strategies aren't that good." Natyla patted his back. "Don't worry. We're gonna win this!"

Together, Natyla and Vincynt prepare for the coming battles, packing gear, supplies, ammunition, and Natyla's Assjustice. Along with many other Ryzin warriors, and their wista companions, they set off for Patoran.




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