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A silent figure crept along the stone walls of Ogsillith. Creeping along the dead bodies, she slipped into the shadows hoping not to be seen. She traipsed along her cloak of darkness cursing the throbbing pain in her head and her bleeding arms for the pain they caused her. Suddenly she stumbled over an injured soldier landing into the open battlegrounds. Uh-oh. She scrambled franticly back into the shadows. The injured soldier moaned softly.
"Help me..." he whispered softly. She stepped away until he grabbed her pleadingly. "Please." She felt pity for the dying soul and the sense of the responsibility took over. She examined his wounds. Most of them were in desperate need of cleaning and a few of them were in need of stitches. She tore off a piece of her tunic and soaked it with water from her water gourd. She mentally kicked herself for not stealing proper cleansing oils before she escaped.
"Hold still." She ordered. The soldier obeyed willingly. She began to clean the soldiers wounds until a sharp marring pain shot up her thighs and a pain in her side joined it. She grabbed her side and pulled it back to see a river of blood flowing form her once sewn wounds. The soldier, who seemed to have gained full consciousness, looked at her as if she had gone mad.
"You should be tending your own wounds not mine!" He said weakly. She shook her head she was about to resume cleaning his wounds until she felt the cold sensation of metal. It was a feeling she knew well. She froze and fought the sudden urge to fight back.
"Who are you?" the cold icy voice was as sharp as his blade. The voice reminded her of her father.
"Speak!" he demanded. She was swept by a torrent of dizziness as she swayed gently. She felt the blade retreat. The soldier must have seen her wounds.
"I am a traveler from the east." She said breathless with loss of blood. "My name is Zaileth d-d-daughter o-of Caliean."
She felt the soldier's hands that once threatened her supported her. The injured soldier painfully inched over and steadied her. She saw her world go black.
Fire everywhere. So thirsty. Where's papa?
A young girl stood alone with her bloody broken weapons supporting her. Her helm was broken in half. It hung off her face revealing a bloody scar. Her brass armor was cracked and dented.
"Papa? Zephrim?" she staggered along the blood soaked desert sand in a dizzy trance. She limped along trying to stay off her shattered leg. She fought the urge to scream out in pain as she fell over on it.
"Zaileth! Zaileth?" Zaileth looked around franticly. Hope at last! She limped toward the voice.
"Zephrim! Zephrim!" She saw the angel of grace through the burning smoke and dust. Zephrim ran up to his little sister. He immediately took her in his arms.
"Zaileth, I thought I lost you!" Zaileth just let her happy tears fall as she savored the warmth of her brother's embrace. Suddenly it turned into a frigid sensation. Her brother turned into a dark shadow. He sprouted wings and fangs. His eyes turned a terrifying crimson.
"Intrusive little insect!" His voice was a frightening growl. He unsheathed a long sword.
"Be gone!" He drew it back. He gritted his teeth and lunged for her.
"Zephrim, NO!" Zaileth screamed sitting up in bed. She was welcome by unfamiliar surroundings as she looked around franticly. The pain caught up with her. She cursed loudly and lay back down. A wave of dizziness nearly knocked her off her bed. A woman rushed to her side.
"Rest miss. You don't want to reopen your wounds again." She said sweetly. Zaileth rolled her eyes. "The captain brought you here."
"Who?" Zaileth asked sniffing, still trying to cope with her dream.
"Captain Boromir." Zaileth thought back to the battlefield. She remembered that someone had a blade to her neck. He was the only one able to take them; the other one was in no condition to even walk. She made a small mental note of that. He needs to apologize she thought tiredly.
"Milady?" The woman had just assumed she was important enough to be called 'Milady'. I have to get rid of her. Zaileth sighed.
"Can I have some water?" Zaileth asked rolling over onto her stomach and burying her face in her pillow. She heard the woman leave and sighed with relief. Finally. She drifted back to sleep. Zephrim how could you betray me like this.
RR peeps. Flames are used to burn Kairi and my little sister's Teddy bears! Well thanks for reading!
Aloha! ZiZi the Zephyr
A silent figure crept along the stone walls of Ogsillith. Creeping along the dead bodies, she slipped into the shadows hoping not to be seen. She traipsed along her cloak of darkness cursing the throbbing pain in her head and her bleeding arms for the pain they caused her. Suddenly she stumbled over an injured soldier landing into the open battlegrounds. Uh-oh. She scrambled franticly back into the shadows. The injured soldier moaned softly.
"Help me..." he whispered softly. She stepped away until he grabbed her pleadingly. "Please." She felt pity for the dying soul and the sense of the responsibility took over. She examined his wounds. Most of them were in desperate need of cleaning and a few of them were in need of stitches. She tore off a piece of her tunic and soaked it with water from her water gourd. She mentally kicked herself for not stealing proper cleansing oils before she escaped.
"Hold still." She ordered. The soldier obeyed willingly. She began to clean the soldiers wounds until a sharp marring pain shot up her thighs and a pain in her side joined it. She grabbed her side and pulled it back to see a river of blood flowing form her once sewn wounds. The soldier, who seemed to have gained full consciousness, looked at her as if she had gone mad.
"You should be tending your own wounds not mine!" He said weakly. She shook her head she was about to resume cleaning his wounds until she felt the cold sensation of metal. It was a feeling she knew well. She froze and fought the sudden urge to fight back.
"Who are you?" the cold icy voice was as sharp as his blade. The voice reminded her of her father.
"Speak!" he demanded. She was swept by a torrent of dizziness as she swayed gently. She felt the blade retreat. The soldier must have seen her wounds.
"I am a traveler from the east." She said breathless with loss of blood. "My name is Zaileth d-d-daughter o-of Caliean."
She felt the soldier's hands that once threatened her supported her. The injured soldier painfully inched over and steadied her. She saw her world go black.
Fire everywhere. So thirsty. Where's papa?
A young girl stood alone with her bloody broken weapons supporting her. Her helm was broken in half. It hung off her face revealing a bloody scar. Her brass armor was cracked and dented.
"Papa? Zephrim?" she staggered along the blood soaked desert sand in a dizzy trance. She limped along trying to stay off her shattered leg. She fought the urge to scream out in pain as she fell over on it.
"Zaileth! Zaileth?" Zaileth looked around franticly. Hope at last! She limped toward the voice.
"Zephrim! Zephrim!" She saw the angel of grace through the burning smoke and dust. Zephrim ran up to his little sister. He immediately took her in his arms.
"Zaileth, I thought I lost you!" Zaileth just let her happy tears fall as she savored the warmth of her brother's embrace. Suddenly it turned into a frigid sensation. Her brother turned into a dark shadow. He sprouted wings and fangs. His eyes turned a terrifying crimson.
"Intrusive little insect!" His voice was a frightening growl. He unsheathed a long sword.
"Be gone!" He drew it back. He gritted his teeth and lunged for her.
"Zephrim, NO!" Zaileth screamed sitting up in bed. She was welcome by unfamiliar surroundings as she looked around franticly. The pain caught up with her. She cursed loudly and lay back down. A wave of dizziness nearly knocked her off her bed. A woman rushed to her side.
"Rest miss. You don't want to reopen your wounds again." She said sweetly. Zaileth rolled her eyes. "The captain brought you here."
"Who?" Zaileth asked sniffing, still trying to cope with her dream.
"Captain Boromir." Zaileth thought back to the battlefield. She remembered that someone had a blade to her neck. He was the only one able to take them; the other one was in no condition to even walk. She made a small mental note of that. He needs to apologize she thought tiredly.
"Milady?" The woman had just assumed she was important enough to be called 'Milady'. I have to get rid of her. Zaileth sighed.
"Can I have some water?" Zaileth asked rolling over onto her stomach and burying her face in her pillow. She heard the woman leave and sighed with relief. Finally. She drifted back to sleep. Zephrim how could you betray me like this.
RR peeps. Flames are used to burn Kairi and my little sister's Teddy bears! Well thanks for reading!
Aloha! ZiZi the Zephyr