Chapter 2: Allies
I felt a bead of sweat, crawling down my spine, my spirit crushed by the bitter taste of doubt and resentment left by Morgan. As we continued to march upon Plegia, the feelings of doubt and despair were whirling around in my head, eager to pull me back to Ylisse, away from all this madness, to no avail.
The endless dunes of sands had began to consume our ranks, with only a dwindling rage preserved inside me dragging my body onwards, my blade lusting for me to stain its steel with the blood of that filthy half-blood filth.
BLOOD AND THUNDER!
A cascade of arrows began to drop down on our soldiers, sweeping away all the soldiers that pledged their life to me; wails of death all burning out in the famous firestorm of Plegia.
"LUCINA. SURRENDER YOURSELF UP TO OUR PLATOON, OR WE WILL DINE ON THE BLOOD OF THE 'LEGENDARY' EXALT" Noire's voice pierced through the sea of screams. I began to frantically scuttle around in the sand, raising my shield up to the cascade, my eyes darting from body to body, looking for an escape from this foreign land, my hope combusting around me.
Bodies. Bodies. Bodies.
I jumped from body to body, expecting a way out at each body; perhaps something here will get me out; something must be here to save me. This cannot be how I fall. No! This is not the fulfilling end for the descendent of the hero king. How can this be the fate planned by Naga for me.
This will not be how I end. I clutched back onto my shield, noticing the blood coating the entirety of my armour. I begin to dash towards the horse of the fallen cavaliers. I cast the fallen body into the mouth of the desert, and clutched onto the horse.
I began to race towards the sun, hoping that I might escape this blazing hell.
A scream, blessed with silence. The tinting of the sky black. I dropped down again. This time, the pit of sand began to engulf me. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I coughed out a meagre chuckle. I suppose its time, farther.
"I-I-I'm sorry Lucy. It didn't have to end this way."