Chapter 7: After the Bloodshed
The Mirphyte flag was raised on the highest tower in the small city. It's colors blue and gold glinting in the sunlight but not all was good in the city. Hundreds lay dead. The ground was stained in blood. The worst was the horrible screams from the wounded.
Paige sat by the Cleave River's edge and washed the blood from her sword and hands.
"Hello, Paige long time no see."
Paige slowly turned around to see a tall man her age standing behind her with his arms crossed. His shadow loomed over her. He had dark hair and brown eyes. His clothes were green and brown to blend in with the surroundings except for a Mirphyte symbol sewn into his sleeve unlike the cidvac uniforms, which were completely brown. No doubt about it he must lead the army that came to help them. He had the stance of a leader but who was he. He seemed to know her.
"Don't you remember me Paige? I'm Peter."
"Peter, the Prince of Mirphyte? No wait you're supposed to be dead."
"You thought I was dead!" Peter said with a chuckle. "Paige you don't have much faith in me."
Paige did feel a little silly for believing he was dead. She knew that as a child he was given training in how to fight and survive. "So now you're heading an army." Paige said as she stood up and returned her sword to its case on her belt. "I doubt you're father approves of this."
Peter looked down at his feet and began to slowly walk back to where both armies were. "He wouldn't approve"
"So is that why you left Olivine?" Paige walked alongside Peter back toward his destination.
"He told me that he didn't want to risk losing me but you know me."
"Yes I do. You can't stand doing nothing. So how did you muster up an army that would allow you to fight?"
"I ask myself that question too. We're basically made up of men and women that want to fight our own way and not take orders from the king."
Aryll ran back and fourth from one wounded solider to another. They were all in so much pain, some less than others. She wasn't even sure if some would live to see dawn. She tried to wrap many of the wounds but they were running low on bandages and other medical supplies. Many asked if they were going to die. Aryll hated this question the most. At times she wished she were deaf so she wouldn't be able to hear that question. It was especially hard to answer when she knew they were going to die because of the amount of blood loss. What she would give for an elixir right now like what they had back at home. As she was tending to a wound she saw Paige talking to some guy. She thought now would be a good time to inform her of the lack of medical supplies. So she hurried over to Paige. "Paige were are at a serious lose of medical supplies. If we don't get any soon many of the wounded will bleed out and die."
Paige bit her lower lip and thought for a moment. That's when Peter piped in.
"There is a town very close to here. We can send someone there to get supplies but it's close to the border and whoever goes will have to be weary of any Civacan solider."
"Link, Link is strong enough to make the trip. but I don't think he'll know the way."
"So I'll send one of my men with him that can show him."
"Then it's settled."
"What!? Why do I have to go" Link protested to Paige's command.
"Because you are the strongest one that can make the trip in one piece and I know you'll return alive." Paige calmly said. It was now dark and they were outside with three Atlees ready to go and one of Peter's men.
"But don't you think I should stay here just in case this place gets attacked again."
"Don't worry we'll be fine. Now go!"
"Fine I'll go" Link sighed as he got on his Atlee and rode off.
"Hurry back!" Paige called out to Link and his guide.
"Yeah, yeah" Link mumbled under his breath.
Author's note: Sometimes I ask myself why I keep writing this story. Then I remember. It's because I don't like to leave things unfinished and I want to know what happens in the end. I know it's sad the end has no plan. I don't know who will win, live, die, or anything in-between.
The Mirphyte flag was raised on the highest tower in the small city. It's colors blue and gold glinting in the sunlight but not all was good in the city. Hundreds lay dead. The ground was stained in blood. The worst was the horrible screams from the wounded.
Paige sat by the Cleave River's edge and washed the blood from her sword and hands.
"Hello, Paige long time no see."
Paige slowly turned around to see a tall man her age standing behind her with his arms crossed. His shadow loomed over her. He had dark hair and brown eyes. His clothes were green and brown to blend in with the surroundings except for a Mirphyte symbol sewn into his sleeve unlike the cidvac uniforms, which were completely brown. No doubt about it he must lead the army that came to help them. He had the stance of a leader but who was he. He seemed to know her.
"Don't you remember me Paige? I'm Peter."
"Peter, the Prince of Mirphyte? No wait you're supposed to be dead."
"You thought I was dead!" Peter said with a chuckle. "Paige you don't have much faith in me."
Paige did feel a little silly for believing he was dead. She knew that as a child he was given training in how to fight and survive. "So now you're heading an army." Paige said as she stood up and returned her sword to its case on her belt. "I doubt you're father approves of this."
Peter looked down at his feet and began to slowly walk back to where both armies were. "He wouldn't approve"
"So is that why you left Olivine?" Paige walked alongside Peter back toward his destination.
"He told me that he didn't want to risk losing me but you know me."
"Yes I do. You can't stand doing nothing. So how did you muster up an army that would allow you to fight?"
"I ask myself that question too. We're basically made up of men and women that want to fight our own way and not take orders from the king."
Aryll ran back and fourth from one wounded solider to another. They were all in so much pain, some less than others. She wasn't even sure if some would live to see dawn. She tried to wrap many of the wounds but they were running low on bandages and other medical supplies. Many asked if they were going to die. Aryll hated this question the most. At times she wished she were deaf so she wouldn't be able to hear that question. It was especially hard to answer when she knew they were going to die because of the amount of blood loss. What she would give for an elixir right now like what they had back at home. As she was tending to a wound she saw Paige talking to some guy. She thought now would be a good time to inform her of the lack of medical supplies. So she hurried over to Paige. "Paige were are at a serious lose of medical supplies. If we don't get any soon many of the wounded will bleed out and die."
Paige bit her lower lip and thought for a moment. That's when Peter piped in.
"There is a town very close to here. We can send someone there to get supplies but it's close to the border and whoever goes will have to be weary of any Civacan solider."
"Link, Link is strong enough to make the trip. but I don't think he'll know the way."
"So I'll send one of my men with him that can show him."
"Then it's settled."
"What!? Why do I have to go" Link protested to Paige's command.
"Because you are the strongest one that can make the trip in one piece and I know you'll return alive." Paige calmly said. It was now dark and they were outside with three Atlees ready to go and one of Peter's men.
"But don't you think I should stay here just in case this place gets attacked again."
"Don't worry we'll be fine. Now go!"
"Fine I'll go" Link sighed as he got on his Atlee and rode off.
"Hurry back!" Paige called out to Link and his guide.
"Yeah, yeah" Link mumbled under his breath.
Author's note: Sometimes I ask myself why I keep writing this story. Then I remember. It's because I don't like to leave things unfinished and I want to know what happens in the end. I know it's sad the end has no plan. I don't know who will win, live, die, or anything in-between.