posted on Jan, 12 2016 @ 11:49 PM
She had lay silent for so long, barely breathing. Her father’s body was atop her, his blood had dripped onto her face and was congealing on her
cheek. Listening carefully, she could no longer hear the men’s voices nor their vile laughter, their footsteps had disappeared long ago… Feeling
wary, she felt it was time to emerge from her grisly cocoon.
She moved her head from side to side as she slowly angled out from under the bodies, she eyed her surroundings cautiously as she pulled herself from
the heap, and she realised with a dull emptiness that she was now alone. Her eyes were wet with tears as they moved over the pile of bodies; she spied
the face of her mother, her eyes terrified even as they lay in the silence of death, and her father… he seemed to be at peace with this inevitable
Beside her father lay his sword, steel glinting bright, reflecting the noon-sun of this terrible day, her eyes became hard as she reached down and
grasped the weapon by its leather hilt. I will avenge you.
She pulled the bodies away from one another, one by one, and removed the scabbard that sat upon her father’s waist, slinging it over her shoulder as
she looked about her at all that remained of the village. Houses lay broken, wood splintered all about as the men had raided and pillaged. The
slaughtered remains of the sheep and cattle sat on the dirt road, left to rot in the Summer sun, even the horses weren’t to survive the onslaught.
It was wasteful.
Her eyes remained unflinching as she looked out over the village, drinking in every splatter of blood and every lifeless body. She wanted it ingrained
into her memory. She would hunt down every last man who did this to her family, to her friends, to her home, and they would pay.
Taking one last glance at her mother’s terrified face, she hardened her heart and set forth towards the horizon; there was a lake not far where she
could wash and if the raiders were of any intelligence they would have travelled the same course, there was nothing in any other direction. Smoke in
the distance, fire. They hadn’t burned her village; the next township apparently was not so lucky. Lucky. Her eyes glinted with the need for
vengeance as her feet hurried her along her path, cleansing be damned, sweat dripped through the dried blood on her face, hygiene be damned, heat and
dust attacking her as she jogged determinedly, hydration be damned.
She slowed as the township started to come into view, there was no one in sight bar the inevitable corpse-pile in the centre of the village, no sounds
to be heard except the crackling of the charred remains of the buildings, she was too late but she would follow the trail. She must follow the
A sudden groan caused her to whip around sharply, extricating the blade quickly from the scabbard over her shoulder, brandishing it in both hands as
she cautiously searched for who had made the sound. A raspy voice spoke from the ruins of a nearby building. “Young miss…”
The blackened husk of a man tumbled from where a doorway once was and she held her blade toward him as he emerged, her eyes echoing the pain and anger
that was coursing through her as she demanded answers from him. “Where did the raider filth go!?” Her voice burned through the dust in her throat,
the resulting sound alien to her ears.
The burnt man coughed and heaved as he struggled to breathe. “Please miss… the King! Word must reach… him…”
She glared down at the man, her words dripping with malice as she slowly asked her question once more. “Sir. The raiders. Which direction?”
He coughed heavily, blood frothing from his lips. “They are not… raiders… fiends! Monsters… made flesh! The king… must… be informed…”
He looked up at her, eyes weeping, closing them briefly as he gathered the last of his thoughts. “North, miss… please… free me.”
Hesitating for but a second as she looked down upon the charred husk of a man, the anger lessening from her gaze, she bowed her head slightly as she
prayed for him. “May the eye of your Chosen watch after you in the Otherworld.” And thrust her father’s sword through his skull.
She refused to look back as she continued North, blocking the burnt man’s raspy voice from echoing through her mind, King be damned.
Voices muttered and chuckled in the distance, the raiders were near! She slowed her pace, and calmly walked into the nearby forest and hid amongst the
cover of the trees, keeping her breathing centred as she glided smoothly from tree to tree, keeping her eyes on the vague silhouettes in the distance.
They would not escape her vengeance.
The night was approaching, first moonrise would be upon the land within the hour... second moonrise would be the time to strike. As the darkness
covered the land the images began flashing in her mind; her mother’s terrified face, her ransacked home, the lifeless bodies of her family and
friends. The anger rose through her, her blood boiling beneath her skin, her heart pounding loudly in her ears.
First moonrise had come and gone and her anger remained fierce, the light of the second moon began to appear on the horizon… it was time. Small
fires were placed around the camp, all was quiet but for the light snores of men and the quiet muttering of the single guard on watch. By the edge of
the camp lay a hastily constructed tent. First. Her dark eyes gleamed as they anticipated the justice she would single-handedly pay out.
She stalked quietly, flittering in and out of the shadows as she made her way around the outskirts of the camp to the tent. Gruff snores escaped from
within. She closed her eyes briefly as she faced towards the second moon. I beseech you, Xan; may the empathy of my Chosen guide my hand this
Time seemed to slow as she whipped open the tent and slashed mercilessly at the man she assumed was the leader of this band. She felt herself glide
through the air, almost dancing as she paraded through the slow motion of the world around her, exiting the tent and felling every resting man before
they could rise and apprehend her. Gliding, twirling, slashing, slicing; she quietly, violently, made her way to stand behind the oblivious guard,
whispering into his ear as she struck her last blow. “Xan guides my arm this night, the Gods have forsaken you. Murderer.”
Her arms began to shake with heaviness as the world seemed to return to normal around her. She fell to her knees as exhaustion began to cloud her
senses, her body failing her as she collapsed from her knees and landed severely on her side. She thought she could see the silhouettes of horses on
the distant horizon through her wavering eyesight as the sun was rising. She blinked heavily as her vision tried to cloud over, trying to form one
last coherent thought before allowing the exhaustion to take her. Mother, papa… with my final act, may you ascend in peace.