3: Sashr'en's Tears
I awoke early the next morning, to the sound of a young woman's tears. At first, my
vision was hazy, but the more I awoke, the greater the fog was. I sniffed the air, denoting the
scent of smoke, and rolled out of my bed. I slowly crawled along the floorboards, trying to
find the voice behind the tears.
I tried to feel my way to the voice, but let no words echoe from my lips, fearing what
might result from my voice. Was it a fire? Was the fire only on Sashr'en's Inn? Who was
crying, and why? The questions drove me to ram my head into the woman's leg. Her warm
skin made me nervous, but I knew it was only natural to feel this way. I reached out to her,
heard a soft whine, and then brought her close, revealing her tear-stricken face. It was
Sashr'en!
Beneath the tears and whimpers, Sashr'en seemed to find my face again. She quickly
hugged me, and I slightly shocked, could only hug back.
"They came!" She quickly choked out; "They came! They couldn't wait! Sadr'ena...
They took her. Freya... They killed her. Killed us!!! Burmecia... Once more... Rain, tears...
Tears of blood."
She threw her head upon my shoulder, and continued to let the tears fall. Only then did
I realize I was barely clothed, wearing only a thin pair of makeshift shorts while I awaited my
clothing. I was going to put it back on in the morning, but Sashr'en and fate had other plans.
I smelled the air, which now grew increasingly thick with smog. The building was
becoming a kettle. Needing to get Sashr'en outdoors, safe from her torment and the blaze, I
quickly leaped up and ran for a window. Finding one to the north of the building, I believed It
would be possible based upon Burmecian building structure for us to slide down the roof unto
the ground.
I walked out unto the ledge, refusing to let the now unconsious Sashr'en go. I then sat
down upon the warm, slippery surface of the roof, and prepared for the slide. Pulling in
Sashr'en, I pushed off and let the rooftop guide us unto the moist soil.
We fell fierce, but broke nothing. Luckily, the ground had been soft enough to cushion
our landing. Almost immediately after we hit the soil, a few Burmecia soldiers ran to our aid. I,
now exausted let them carry both her and I outside of the city, away from the flames. Once
more Burmecia's soil had been stained with blood, and once more, a Crescent had to watch her
world fall apart. Only one question remained; why?
I awoke early the next morning, to the sound of a young woman's tears. At first, my
vision was hazy, but the more I awoke, the greater the fog was. I sniffed the air, denoting the
scent of smoke, and rolled out of my bed. I slowly crawled along the floorboards, trying to
find the voice behind the tears.
I tried to feel my way to the voice, but let no words echoe from my lips, fearing what
might result from my voice. Was it a fire? Was the fire only on Sashr'en's Inn? Who was
crying, and why? The questions drove me to ram my head into the woman's leg. Her warm
skin made me nervous, but I knew it was only natural to feel this way. I reached out to her,
heard a soft whine, and then brought her close, revealing her tear-stricken face. It was
Sashr'en!
Beneath the tears and whimpers, Sashr'en seemed to find my face again. She quickly
hugged me, and I slightly shocked, could only hug back.
"They came!" She quickly choked out; "They came! They couldn't wait! Sadr'ena...
They took her. Freya... They killed her. Killed us!!! Burmecia... Once more... Rain, tears...
Tears of blood."
She threw her head upon my shoulder, and continued to let the tears fall. Only then did
I realize I was barely clothed, wearing only a thin pair of makeshift shorts while I awaited my
clothing. I was going to put it back on in the morning, but Sashr'en and fate had other plans.
I smelled the air, which now grew increasingly thick with smog. The building was
becoming a kettle. Needing to get Sashr'en outdoors, safe from her torment and the blaze, I
quickly leaped up and ran for a window. Finding one to the north of the building, I believed It
would be possible based upon Burmecian building structure for us to slide down the roof unto
the ground.
I walked out unto the ledge, refusing to let the now unconsious Sashr'en go. I then sat
down upon the warm, slippery surface of the roof, and prepared for the slide. Pulling in
Sashr'en, I pushed off and let the rooftop guide us unto the moist soil.
We fell fierce, but broke nothing. Luckily, the ground had been soft enough to cushion
our landing. Almost immediately after we hit the soil, a few Burmecia soldiers ran to our aid. I,
now exausted let them carry both her and I outside of the city, away from the flames. Once
more Burmecia's soil had been stained with blood, and once more, a Crescent had to watch her
world fall apart. Only one question remained; why?