General.

She was a general.

Felicity Rhyolite pulled her hair back, trotting as confidently as she could through the hallway. A general! Lord Osiris, her teacher, had promoted her to general. Outside, she tightly pulled her back back and lowered her arms in a stride. Yet, what the soldiers throughout this stone hallways could not tell what, she was insanely nervous.

What if she did not add up? What if she truly was not ready for this? Felicity never lead anything before, let alone the military! She knew you had to be "proper," she knew a thing or two about discipline, thanks to watching her late cousin of the Coronian Rangers. It was ironic, really, that her long lost dream of being a ranger had a strange fruition. She was now a general of the Brotherhood of Castigars, which too stood against the injustice of the Imperial Empire.

Still, the empire was far from the the forefront of Whitevale's problems. Another issue was at hand. Felicity had not been a member of the Brotherhood then, but a wizard named Arius Mephisto betrayed the Brotherhood when it was weak. Now, the number one priority of the Brotherhood was to end him. However, there were steps to take. As Felicity approached the double wooden doors leading to the briefing room, she knew that the first step was to trace and take out Arius' numerous familiars. Drexel, an ice dragon, had only been one of them...

Felicity paused at the door. As the chatter of the soldiers around her clamored in her ears, Felicity stopped to take a deep breath. Today was her first day as general, she needed to make a good impression. She currently wore brown pants, a white shirt, and a green coat which buttoned across the chest and reached down to her knees on all sides. She straightened out her outfit, the pin with the symbol of the Brotherhood on her suit, one more time. Then... she entered.