This little short fic is largely based on the song This Bitter Earth. I really, really recommend you listen to it to get the feel of this little written thingy. :P I hope you appreciate this, I haven't wrote for a while. If you see anything wrong, don't be afraid to say so. Just for my future reminding - and if you want to know - this courier's name is Enome. I'll probably be writing more with her.
.:These Bitter Flames:.
The courier stood stock still as her gaze swept across the burning village. From atop the ridge she was standing on, she could see everything. Every orange flame that licked up the land and ate the small homes.
This is what I've done? As far as I know these people were innocent...
Her chest tightened as she looked onward, powerless to the raiding Legion down below. She unflinchingly watched them as the Legion men pulled the people from their homes, slit their throats, then threw their bodies into the flames.
Confusion and sorrow continued to tighten her chest uncomfortably. Her thin lips remained still. She was starting to smell the unpleasent burnt smell of human flesh.
That's right, sniff it up. You deserve as much. This is your punishment. She thought.
"I'm proud." Spoke Legate Lanius, who stood at her side watching his men.
"I'm not sure what to think, truthfully..." She replied stoneily without looking at him
This is really what I've become?
I should have expected this.