Title: Causatum

Characters/Pairing: Eventual Royai? Entire cast, hopefully

For: My alien twin, Tika

A/N: So, this was supposed to be a Royai on how they somehow went from, "OMG, YOU LOVE ME?" to "We're in a relationship."

Instead, this beast of a story came into existence and I've decided to dissect it into a drabble series. It should (hopefully) end up as Royai—I don't quite know what this child of mine is going to end up doing.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this.

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"First lieutenant," a soldier calls, moving a jagged rock as he speaks. "There's a survivor here as well."

She rushes over, after getting another soldier to call for medical aid. The air smells lightly of smoke, the last embers of fire dying in the bright morning light. Broken glass crunches under her feet, a stream of yells in the air. In the mass of confusion born at the end of the battle, only one truth remains: the military.

And even that truth is just a facade. There are fractions now, obvious and clear-cut where a whole army used to stand. No longer are the power-plays quiet and behind the scenes, each general trying to grab the open seat at the top for their own. The soldiers around her are not ones she would trust by choice, but trust she must.

There are too few left that can command.

"He's still breathing," the soldier speaks as he digs, both hands lifting rubble off the body. She can see a man below, patches of bright green cloth and dust-covered flesh appearing between the broken wall that covers the body. Fortunately upper torso is clear, blood staining his shirt a dirty brownish-red. Kneeling next to the man, she lowers her head to his lips, her ear no more than a centimetre away.

A soft breeze tickles her, confirming his life. Glancing at the wall covering his legs, she signals two more men to come join them.

"We can save this one."