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She had absolutely no business out there and yet here he was, carrying her into the inner courtyard where the other surviving sorcerers were.
"Move it!" Sharrkan shouted he ran through the hall, dripping blood as he went. He shouldn't have let his guard down. He should have finished that nuisance from the Organization quickly. If he had, Yamraiha wouldn't have to erect a barrier with such little magoi and be...
Dammit!
First, Sinbad had mysteriously disappeared and when news of that reached the outside world a lot of people wanted to invade Sindria. But the Eight Generals would not have that. Their greatest enemy was the Organization who had set their sights on Sindria a long time ago; now they had their chance.
A frontal attack had been their greeting: magicians firing their spells on every corner of the kingdom. It was a good thing that the barrier had been repaired otherwise there'd have been more casualties than they wanted. They had just enough time for Pisti and Hinahoho to evacuate the people into the palace where another barrier had been erected. The empty streets were then scouted by the Organization's swordsmen and magic tool users.
The soldiers were determined enough to protect Sindria while Ja'far went to look for him. Even though the rest were reluctant to have one of the Eight Generals leave, it was also imperative to have Sinbad return to his kingdom as quickly as possible. The other seven could very well defend Sindria in Ja'far's and Sinbad's absences.
Their setup was simple. The sorcerers stayed behind and made sure they kept the barrier up while tending to the wounds of the ones who needed help. The swordsmen and other foot soldiers held the enemies at the front doors. Sharrkan was in charge of the western gate of the palace and they were doing well until these magic tool users started to rain down fireballs on them.
He'd almost failed in protecting the western gate if Yamraiha didn't intervene. But she was short on magoi that after she defended them; she'd been injured by an enemy swordsman. Masrur had taken charge of the defense of the western gate so the blue-haired sorceress could receive help.
Spartos was the first one to see them and he too looked worse for wear. His armor was dented in many areas and he had a bandaged arm that seemed to still be bleeding. In his arms was a little girl whose face was so pale and her eyes were dark. He seemed to be waiting for the sorceress in front of him to finish healing the wounded soldier.
"What happened?" Spartos asked calmly, but the panic was palpable in his tone. Yamraiha had never been injured this heavily before.
"I need a damn healer here!" Sharrkan shouted to no one in particular, ignoring Spartos' question.
"Stop shouting," Yamraiha scolded weakly. Her face was flushed and her eyes were darkening. "I can take care of myself," she said.
"Like hell," he retorted. "You don't have enough magoi to heal your own wounds."
"Just bring me to my room," she insisted and squirmed in his grasp uncomfortably. "I think I have something there..."
Sharrkan hesitated for a bit but when he saw the number of people who needed to be treated, he gritted his teeth and walked off, leaving Spartos and the little girl in his arms to the attention of the sorceress in front of him. He threaded through the throng of people in the inner halls: the women and children who had no means of protecting themselves. Some spared them a glance but either way, the white-haired General could care less.
The walls of the palace are crumbling and cracking from the exertion from the outside. If the barrier should fail...
No. There's no way the barrier will fail. We'll protect the people of Sindria.
"Stop frowning will you?" Yamraiha scolded, but it sounded more of a whine given how weak her voice was.
"Shut up!" Sharrkan exclaimed as he looked around frantically and tried to look for the path that led to Yamraiha's workshop. He knew it by heart; he could find the way there even with his eyes closed. Just in case something happened, he could go find her first and save her, even though he knew she was more than capable of protecting herself. But there and then, he seemed to have forgotten where her workshop could be found.
Something exploded in the far distance and Sharrkan could see the impatient look in the sorceress' face. Racking his brain for the route that could be so useful at the moment, the white-haired general headed to the left by pure gut instinct. His robes were getting wet and sticky as Yamraiha's blood continued to seep out of the wound on her belly.
Thankfully, it was the right place to turn to. A few moments later, he felt the tell tale twisting in his gut. It was ridiculous, but whenever he passed by the door or got near it, his heart beat faster; it smelled like her, it sounded like her and it felt so much like her - like the sea and the wind and sand between his toes. He'd long admitted that he respected and admired Yamraiha more than he cared to admit he did. The wooden door easily gave way when he kicked it open. He could've sworn he heard the sorceress in his arms curse when he did, but he didn't care.
She weakly pointed to a table at the end of the room and he gently padded towards it and put her on the floor, just as she commanded. Sharrkan supported her with an arm on her back and a hand gently on her hip. Yamraiha mumbled a few spells and winced as her wound started to close. After a few ragged breaths, she said in a firm voice, "Take me to the battle." Her voice trailed off and she fell to her knees, eyes glazed with exhaustion.
"No way in hell," Sharrkan cut in and placed her on an empty table. "You're going to rest here."
She offered him a frown and argued, "The Kingdom needs me. There are plenty of other wounded out there and they're still fighting."
He scoffed as she tried to hop off the table where he'd put her. Yamraiha leaned against her staff and hobbled towards him only to fall short and have the white-haired General catch her in his arms. Giving her a scolding look, he set her down the table again despite her weak willed protests. "The Kingdom doesn't need an incapacitated General. You still have a lot of things to do once we survive this attack."
She stared at him for a while and broke into a smile. "What, no insults for me?"
Sharrkan offered her a grin and said, "When Sindria is safe again, I'll insult you for sure, Yamraiha."
The sorceress merely rolled her eyes at him and said, "Make sure you fight my share too."
He grinned and gave her a slight wave as he left the room.
I'll end here... XD
I'm sorry if it was short and kinda fluffy and not romantic at all, I just thought that I'd write something that I really like, which is d.i.d (damsel in distress) situation and this fic was born... XD
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