England huffed as he kicked a large stick out of the way of the path. Stupid France, Stupid King, Stupid Pope! He was ordered to go find his sister and bring her into the fold of Christianity and under English rule. So he had to go to the Emerald Isle and find her. Already he sent troops a head but those were humans. He had to find the personification. Where she was, he didn’t know. “At least it’s a cool day.”
In full armor, England wandered around, his sword already out as he expected a large fight. He was only fourteen in human years but very skilled with a sword. He hadn’t seen Ireland in a while but they were the closest in age so she shouldn’t be much older than him.