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Saverill's Ilk
A dead Amilton stared back at her, eyes wide and unseeing, blood dribbling out of his mouth and down his chin. Something stired within her. Was it relief? She shook her head and tossed her sword aside. The clang of metal on stone woke everyone up. All eyes fell on her.
"We are even, Greenie." She said. The girl opened her mouth to speak, but the throne room doors were thrown open and soldiers and Weapons charged in. The hidden passageway behind the tapestry opened, and more joined them. By then, most of the people had been shaken out of their stupor.
Of course. A perfect time to join us.
The Weapons and Marshal Martel made sure the king was well. He was dazed and splatered with blood, but weren't they all? Donal knelt by the lifeless Devon, others joined him. Their eyes flashed with anger, though it was not readily obvious to many. She could not hear their words, but the air was thick with their fury and sadness. Weapons may not show their emotions often She thought to herself, but when they are angered it is like a raging storm. One I am caught in the middle of. The Weapons stood, adressing their monarch.
"We seek the one who has killed Devon." Brienne said. The young sergeant looked more than slightly worse for wear.
It's now or never. Jendara thought to herself. She steped forward.
"I did." She said, before the king could answer. Perhaps she could redeem herself.
Black Shields weilding swords closed in around her, their swords thirsting for her blood.
"I know you, traitor," Willis said. "Devon was our teacher."
"You shall suffer Saverill's fate." another added. Each word was like a knife digging into her flesh. A knife with jagged edges and poison at the tip.
She took a deep breath and stared coolly at them. These are the last moments of my life. I will show no weakness.
"I was once Devon's student, too. I learned much from her."
Gods above, give me strength in my time of need, she prayed silently.
Forgive me of my sins and wrongdoings, let Salvistar bear me swiftly away from this life into the next. Save me from the fiery doom of the hells, I pray. Show mercy to your child.
Her cold gaze slid over them one last time, then, as Devon had not long ago..
She lunged.
A/N: Well, that's it. Not very long, is it? My muse has been bugging me to do this fic for a while now, and I need the practice before I start my own story. Truth be told, I'm rather proud of my fic, even though I probably didn't portray Jendara's emotions to well. Review?
Edit: I did some slight editing and revision thanks to a suggestion from a reviewer. I like this story sooo much more now. :D Reviews are still welcome. Please?