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Bloodshed.
The battle had been fierce and deadly. Although she had managed to stop the attack, it was much too late for her subjects. Much too late for the men and the women and the little children. And much too late for her daughter and her guardians. As far as she knew she was the only one left in this god forsaken place.
She walked through the ruins of her once beautiful palace turning her head at some of the more gruesome corpses. So much blood, she thought to herself, so much. Her footsteps echoed slightly on the marble floor. All around her people lay their throats slit or gapping wounds in their chest, their blood splattering the remains of the walls and causing slippery swirls of patterns on the floor. So much blood…
She finally came to the remains of the balcony that came from the great hall. She remembered the laughter and happy chatter that had enveloped the room only hours before. Then the screams of terror as the monsters attacked, tearing people to shreds effortlessly, as if they had merely been paper dolls. She closed her eyes to the destruction and let a few tears slip down her cheeks. She knew what lay next to her and was terrified to look to the side.
After some time she screwed up her courage and looked to the left. Her beloved daughter lay there. Her once sparkling cobalt eyes had dulled, tears still gathered in the corners of them. Her gown that was just some time ago snow white was now stained a dull red, due to the large wound in her torso. The tips of her long silver hair were tainted red the blood of another that was pooled near. Her head rested in the lap of a young man his black hair falling in to his eyes, his side torn, chest soaked in his own blood.
The elder woman stifled back a sob, her eyes straining to hold back tears; she had to see what that wicked assault had done to the others, the guardians of her deceased daughter. Her eyes flickered down the steps and she gasped distinguishing the four familiar female forms that lay there.
She focused first on Mercury, her short blue hair streaked with blood. She lay there, her head turned the side, blue eyes wide open in shock. A small dagger implanted in the breast of her sailor fuku, her white leotard smeared with her own blood as well as others. Her small laptop lay crushed next to her, her broken fingers clutching at it in vain. Choking back a wail, the woman turned her head to the side only to spot Mars.
Mars violet eyes were wide reflecting the pain that had been inflicted on the Martian's body. She lay on the white marble, her long raven hair tangled, her blood surrounding her. If it wasn't for the wound in her chest she would look like she was sleeping. Her lips were curved upwards, the remanets of an insane chuckle that she had before her death, and her face damp with sweat. The girl had fought her best only to die painfully.
Turning her face slightly the woman spotted another one of her daughter's court, Jupiter. The young woman's hair had broken loose and fell in tangled waves around her face. One of her small hands was clenched tightly around her daughters white gown, anguish showing on her face. The girl's body was scorched slightly, giving off a slight burnt smell, a large wound torn into her stomach.
The elder female eyes locked onto the last familiar face. The leader of her little girl's protectors, Venus. Focusing at the top of the stairs she found the younger female. She lay closest to her daughter, impaled with her own weapon, the Sword of the Silver Crystal, the Holy Blade. Her sailor fuku was soaked in blood, dyeing it a bright red colour. Her head was twisted to the side, her mouth forming unheard words, her eyes filled with hurt and regret. She had tried to pull the blade out but had little success, merely lacerating her hands on the sharp edges.
The woman turned and let the tears begin to flow in salty rivers of pain. She began to walk away from the scene of destruction and chaos, walking blindly passed others that fallen, even her own advisors, her friends, Luna and Artemis, in her torment. She reached a pillar that had fallen, tearing a hole the prayer rooms roof, and collapsed onto the ground. She sat, resting against her knees, and turned her face to the heavens and let the grief pour out of her. So much blood, she thought, before whispering the words to herself in the quiet ruins. "So much blood…"