Past Becomes The Present
Chapter 1: BATTLE AMIDST THE RUINS
The fighting hadn't stopped once since it had started four days ago, and Runia Gummi had realized much too late that they had been blind all along to the true nature of this battle. They were sent here to die.
Of course, the Crown had stopped caring about the lives spent ever since the Great War had started a century ago.
Runia sat upon the nearby ridge surrounding the Valley, her hardened white eyes unblinking at the battle taking place below. Her sword was sheathed, the hilt held fast by the belt slung around her hips, the buckle a bright silver cross. On the other side there was a gun holster containing a pistol and a back containing magazine for said weapon. She was wearing a pair of plain black cargo pants, a green-blue tank top, and a heavy brown trench coat with light blue accents was thrown haphazardly over her shoulders. Her shoes were dark brown boots that came up to her thighs. Around her neck there was a round strip of leather in a similar style as her belt but with regular buckles. Attached to this was a long chain with a cross pendant on it, directly above her heart. Her hair was cut short to the nape of her neck and the bangs were neatly swept to one side. Her fur was a jet black.
Silently she stood, and started down towards were the battle took place. She walked slowly and cautiously, mapping out her route with her feet. She had been sent here for a reason.
A sound caught her attention, moving on the cliff above her. Reaching down, she took old of the hilt of her sword –
"What a pleasure to see you again, Princess," a voice whispered into her ear, "I'm surprised they've sent you, though. Doesn't your Court tire of sending a handicapped little girl to do their dirty work?"
"Pleasure is all mine, Aym," Runia hissed back, "And aren't YOU supposed to be dead?"
The man beneath the hood smirked as he tightened his hold around her, the knife remaining stationary at her throat. He wore all black clothing and had on black leather gloves, but Runia knew that he was no Gummi or human. No, she sensed a darker evil, an evil so great, so powerful, that it now had the world at its mercy.
"I ought to kill you for that little stunt, you bitch," Aym's voice nearly screamed, and Runia winced in as her sensitive hearing was assaulted, squirming slightly. "But you're lucky. Father needs you alive. Otherwise I would've pulled you off WITH me."
"I will not serve a false King," Runia said nearly calmly. "Nor do I serve the Grand Council. Not anymore."
"Oh, is that so?"
"Yes. There was no future for me there."
And with that, she bit down on the hand holding the knife, causing him to drop it and let go of her, drawing her blade from its scabbard and turning on him, the point of the blade at his throat before he even could react. She continued in the next breath, barely even blinking, and her voice low and steady. "There's no future for anyone there. I was blind then, more so than I am now, then I ever was! All the talk of justice, of freedom, was lies."
Silence.
Suddenly a loud noise that caused all combat to cease. All eyes looked to the sky. Runia's eyes widened in panic as she realized what she was hearing but couldn't see. "NO! They wouldn't!"
What appeared to be a ball of white light falling through the Heavens hit the ground at a massive speed. Runia was suddenly thrown off her feet by the explosion it caused and flew several feet before she felt her head hit something rather hard.
That was the last memory she had before she blanked out.
The next time she woke, shewas surrounded by cool sheets. Shit.
Ursalia itself had become a military base.
Her last location was near the former Capital.
Jumping up from the bed, she had to steady herself on the nearby dresser, her head reeling. 'I must have a concussion from what ever hit me,' was the first clear though she had. Sensing her clothes and weaponry nearby on a chair nearby, she got dressed at a record speed. Being a soldier does that to you.
She then left the room, planning on making a swift exit. If they summoned the Council…if they knew she was here, she'd be facing Death's Row. They would've made up some excuse for her execution, she knew it.
The sound of voices drew in one of the rooms she passed caught her interest however. Runia also noticed that she couldn't hear the faint sounds of battle…were she even in Ursalia at all? She didn't even want to entertain that idea.
"Still nothing?"
"I'm afraid not, Ursa."
Two voices. Female. The second one older, in her fifties at least. The other younger and no older than thirty. The younger sounded rougher. The voice of a soldier. But not like the voices of the ones she knew. No, too much emotion. Too worried.
"This is serious. We don't know who she is or where she came from. And those funny clothes…definitely not Gummi."
That was a male's voice, roughly the same age as the woman who was apparently named Ursa. He wasn't a soldier, Runia could tell. But the hardness in the voice…
Nonetheless, these strangers didn't know who she was apparently, so this couldn't possibly be Ursalia. Reaching out, her hand found the doorknob of the door leading to the room these voices were coming from. She paused, and then pushed it open.
And then all eyes are on her.
Runia didn't make any other moves, just stood in the doorway. She heard one of them move over. A hand gently laid itself across her own, taking hold. Tiny and light. "You shouldn't be walking around, you have a concussion…" and she guided the black bear over to a chair, making her sit. The cushioning felt worn trough and thus didn't make much of a difference.
"Excuse me, but can you please tell me where I am?"
A/N: This is my first attempt at writing a blind character, so please bear with me. Constructive criticism is more than welcome.