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Markus hovered over a battle between the Patriots and the British, in a place called Bunker Hill. There was only one thing more enjoyable than watching combat – commanding the troops. As he watched them fight with their ships and canons, his thoughts went back to the days when he had led thousands of men in the Roman army. Those were the good old days. He pictured himself leading some of the troops.
As for the little skirmish at the cabin, it was difficult to hate Keme. The man showed sense in treating shifters with respect. He would’ve made a good chief, but a human life was a short one, regardless. He figured Keme and Chapa were dead now since Clawson was on his way to the cabin last he’d seen. Chapa would get what he deserved for having the nerve to speak of shifters in such a manner.
The splitting of the tribe reminded him of how Rome had fallen apart thanks to their lack of unity. He’d tried to stop it over the years, but one shifter, who couldn’t even shift into lightning at the time, had no chance. Gallus wouldn’t help him either and usually laughed at his attempts. He always said there was no point in meddling with mankind and that it was better to let things take their course. Yet even Gallus had sometimes meddled just for fun.
Markus turned his attention back to the battle. The colonists were losing. Why would the colonists even think that being separate from England would be better? Didn’t they read history books? If only the King had managed things better, he could put an end to this foolishness much sooner. He was far too easy on his people. I’m the one who should be king over England and America.
With a quick victory for the British, Markus could reduce the deaths from all these skirmishes. If anything, he’d learned over all these years that humans would never stop going to war. They needed help, or they would never live in peace.
Still, even with the ability to shift into lightning, he wouldn’t be able to do it alone. He needed his clan, and Leotie was still especially desirable for her talent. Of course, that meant nothing without loyalty.
However, her reactions made sense. She never realized he’d been training her all along. Without doing all those things to her, she wouldn’t have progressed so fast. Raw emotion and desperation motivated a shifter to force every cell into motion. Her love for Keme drove her to progress quickly – to assume human form again. Someday she’d summon him. Meanwhile, he would have to come up with ways to motivate the others, but perhaps not as drastically.
