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Chapter Twelve: The Gravity Of His Mind •EDITED•

"Damn, I really am an idiot." Philip sighed in resignation and quickly reviewed everything he had learnt about Isaac throughout his career as a messenger. And the only reason I became a messenger was to find him.

Philip resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He gathered his thoughts as he combed his memory for the details he had unconsciously collected.

Issac Westley, Commander of Company C, a stickler for decent language, perfect order, and everyone on the damned planet knew his name.

Of course. The quiet voice in his mind snarled sarcastically and Philip shook his head.

Focus! The messenger forced his train of thoughts to continue.

Isaac's rise to fame began when he brutally crushed the largest rebellious faction in the North and also managed to get their forces to join the army-this was just after he got enlisted-and things just kept getting better. After three years of performing several-often miraculous-feats he was promoted to the rank of captain where he continued his steady ascension.

Philip scowled at the information. It might have sounded important but really it was just common knowledge, a two year old would know that much. Issac was the nation's poster child for military service, the army's pride and joy.

A respectful young lad, the East's minister had once called him. It was obvious that the four nations were pitifully envious but the East was the worst, they had actually tried to buy the captain-and right in front of Corey for that matter!

I would have shot him up to general right then and there if I was Corey Roya. . . Just to spite the lot of them, Philip mused as he started walking again, suddenly gaining more respect than he already had for the North's minister. The guy has got some self control.

Corey never hid Isaac's potential from the other nations, and Philip himself knew of several times the East had offered the Captain a place as general in their army, not to mention the numerous 'invites' from the other nations and marriage proposals from various noble households.

Golden boy he was, Issac politely declined-the North's military was where his loyalties lied, he had said just earlier this year.

Why won't he decline? The eighteen year old snorted at the thought and took his hands out of his hair. The North is the best place for a warfare warrior like him.

While it was true that the East's army was just second to the North's, the North's army completely eclipsed it by millions of men. Philip could still remember the stories his grandfather told him about the past and the old tales only served to show the nation's might.

Half a millennium ago there were seven continents and five world powers. And presently there are only four nations and one power.