The flames licked high, tearing through the darkness of the night and reaching with longing fingers towards the moon. They will never touch the moon, however, no matter how high they reached or how strong they burned the flames would extinguish and nothing will be left but ash.
The wind swept over the land, sending the smell of burning flesh towards her yet she did not flinch from it. They lived in the glory of the sun, breathed ad prayed for the warmth of a flame yet the screams are anything but. The stallion nickered, pawing at the ground. The animal could smell it, hear it, and wanted more. That's what it was bred for – war. The woman pulled at the reins, taking her eyes from the far away scene.
Her home, the only place she had, betrayed her in the worst way. Did they really think that she was a fool? That she was just another pawn for them to use, abuse and shape for their noble future? Her legs tightened around the stomach of the horse, giving a light click with her tongue. The stallion shook out his mane, legs kicking forward in a steady and easy trot. The woman swallowed hard – Solari has fallen and now no one could stand in her way.
The clopping of hooves against stone gave her an easy melody to pass the time, to relax her straining muscles. The moon hovered like a guardian over her, washed white and full. Her eyes instantly hooked to her savior, her truth. The breeze was soft against her skin, like a lovers' tentative touch it pulled her hair back.
Dawn, a cold voice hushed behind her. Quickly, she pulled the reins and forced the horse to stop.
"Who's there?" She snapped, scanning the mountain rocks behind her and to her sides. Yet, nothing came forward. Her hand reached for her blade that was hooked around her back. The touch sent waves of pain down her arm, the hairs on her neck standing up with shock. She tried to let go, release the weapon from her grip but it only grew tighter. She clenched her jaw together, pulling herself from the saddle of the horse.
Find the dawn. The voice drifted through her mind again and she stumbled to keep upright. Her eyes looked down at the sword, curious and frightened all at once. Was her blade speaking to her now? Did she lose her sanity? But as she pressed herself against the cold stone, the pain in her arm ceased and something inside her changed. It wasn't just a voice but many of them, speaking to her all at once. The lost people, warriors, elders, mages of the Lunari, they were watching her.
In her excitement, she almost forgot about the ominous message they spoke about. "I do not understand. The Solari is destroyed. You are free." She said, feeling silly speaking to the blade but her eyes watched the moon. That is where they lived and in her weapon is where they spoke. Only seemed fitting.
Solari will live on through the dawn as we lived on through you. The voices spoke, making her shiver. In her radiance, the dawn will rise.
"No." She said, her head shaking. "I will not let that happen. The Solari need to pay for the crimes they committed against you. I will find this dawn you speak of and I will end it before it rises. I swear it!" Her voice rose, body tensing as she swore an oath. The voices whispered once more, their voices mingling with each other in a prayer.
Diana snarled, putting her moon bade back upon her back and throwing herself on the back of the stallion. She kicked him hard, sending him into a full run. Her hair whipped back as the voices began to hush, fading away until all she heard was the throttled hooves on stone. She had a reason now, a purpose, and an enemy. Whomever the dawn they spoke to her about was, Diana would stop at nothing until their blood covered her blade. That was her oath and she was bound to it.