Mortimer brought his hands up to his face. His hand covered his face as he thought. Of course, he couldn't let anyone see his face, that might give up his true thoughts.
He smirked. That was the only sign that he was done thinking. He moved close to Nathariel. If she had been in her right mind, if would have been way too close. He whispered. "Change of plans..."
He grandly turned. He marched himself back to the balcony. With the use of his magic, his voice would be amplified twenty times. "Now, my men. I cannot teleport you all at once. That is why I shall send two fourths of you to Elvere, one fourth to Archirin, and one fourth to Vanivere. I shall also use my magic to keep an eye on the battles. Should I be needed, I'll be there within seconds."
His voice returned to normal, and he turned back around. "Nathariel, darling, I have a special task or you. I'm sending you to Belledale. Tell them, 'Aquarine has taken me hostage for this long time. I declare war on Aquarine.' Then, have them send all of the people to Aquarine. After that is accomplished, I'll teleport you back."
Mortimer turned back to the balcony, a gleam in his eyes. "It's time."
