Chapter 8: Decision
The continuous loud knocks on the door were gradually pulling Aymon out of his dreams.
"Who is it?"
"It's already ten in the morning, you should already be awake, so let me in we need to talk " Aiduin's voice sounded from the other side of the door.
"That was not my question... Either way, the door should be open."
With a loud screech, the door opened and he entered the room. On his face was showing a big smirk as he went towards Aymon's bed.
"What is so urgent that it can't wait until I'm awake?"
"I never said that it is urgent I just had some free time and wanted to have a quick talk with you about the incoming promotion."
"Promotion? That's news to me, where does that come from?"
"Well, two factors are playing into that, first your achievements during the operation Bastion and second the insane amount of Mana inside your body."
"That sounds too good to be true, why do they just come up with it now?"
"I see that you are using your brain for once. Until now, your condition wasn't the best and since the council wanted to announce your promotion on the upcoming feast where the first-ever Medal of Honor in the Union will be given out, they decided to wait. As for the catch you mentioned, you'll be promoted to Lieutenant and given the command over a 30 men strong platoon that will work as an elite unite. The problem lies in who will have the authority to command it. Given your power, it'll probably become the strongest unit in the army and since the GRE and High Elfs are currently not in the best relationship with each other they are currently fighting over the permission to command over it."
"In short since I fought with the GRE and was now trained under the High Elfs both factions have the possibility to control me and my platoon probably causing the power balance to shift towards either faction. You've brought quite the tough predicament for such early hours master. So you are here to convince me to join the High Eflen faction?"
"Me? No, I'm just here to see how my pupil is doing, I only wanted to warn you about what's going to happen during the festivities tomorrow. Furthermore, I'm not even interested in all this High Elf stuff I just wanted to create a place for us Elfs to live peacefully. Oh, and in case you didn't know the Medal of Honor will be given to your brother posthumously so it will be handed to you."
"How dare they use my brother's death as a political tool! I'd rather decline the promotion to not become a puppet for their plans" He clenched his fist after hearing the news.
"Well that's probably not an option since it will be publicly announced but the decision is yours to make. That's all I wanted to say."
Swiftly Aiduin left the room as fast as he came.
The burden of this decision was lasting heavy on Aymon's shoulders leaving him no time to rest or train since the feast was going to be held on the next day.
It was night when Aymon and Aiduin arrived at Felrenrion, that was made the capital of the Elfen Union. Both of them were dressed up in formal clothing when they entered the ballroom. Everything was brightly shining and glamouring from the cristal glass to the armours standing on the sides of the wall. A small orchestra was playing on a stage while the guests were enjoying the large buffet that had a lot of variety. Aymon immediately used this opportunity to enjoy the meals offered on the tables running through the whole room. He was just starting to devour the dessert as a jarring sound filled the ballroom. Two men were standing on the stage, one of them holding a glass in the left hand while lightly beating it with a spoon in his right hand.
"I beg your pardon, Mister, and Misses" The murmuring slowly subsided as one of the men started to speak.
"As council members, we organized this event to reward the first Medal of Honor ever given in this new Kingdom. A Kingdom that could only be created through the sacrifice of many. Especially a soldier called Haemir who threw himself on a grenade and saved a whole militian company, sadly at the cost of his life. For that, we are going to award him the Medal of Honor posthumously by giving it to his younger brother Aymon."
He left the cake and plate to quickly go onto the stage standing before the whole crowd. A young girl, probably of his age came with a small casket in her hands. It was half-open so that everyone could see the medal in it on a green decorated pad. She handed it over to him with a small curtsy and immediately left the stage.
"But Haemir was not the only one who showed bravery during operation Bastion even his here present brother fought with exceptional strength by leading a charge into the enemy defences and I'm therefore happy to announce that Aymon will be promoted to Lieutenant and given command over an elite platoon that will work independently from the rest of the army." The other man on the stage made the announcement.
"What will your decision be now young boy." Aiduin who was standing in the crowd watched the happenings with interest.
"I will only accept the promotion under one condition. The unit will be consisting of members of the GRE and the High Elfs."
A loud murmuring echoed through the room as he stated his demands.
"That's just ridiculous how could we High Elfs acce..." One of the council members obviously from the High Elf faction was abruptly interrupted by the other one.
"I accept your conditions"
Twelve weeks before winter, the Eagle Unit was created under the command of Aymon while the conflict between the factions slowly went towards its peak.
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
Q_Yuumo
Q_Yuumo Hope you liked this chapter, and am happy to hear any kind of feedback from your side.
Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone