Death of the Heroines
No one had expected it.
The war was in its final battle, the battle was in its last moments. Tortall had nearly beaten Scanra's, Maren's and Tusaine's armies back. The 7-year war was nearly won, Tortall had already started celebrating.
Then the last few soldiers attacked, surprising everyone. Usually the Tortall army would be able to handle a handful of enemies, but they had been fighting for 15 hours straight.
Heading for King Jonathan, the losing desperate men hacked and slashed wildly. Two mages who had survived lit blazebalm and blasted it at the Tortallans.
Alanna the Lioness, seeing where they were headed, signaled to anyone who could see her to protect the king. Unfortunately, only Daine the Wildmage and Lady Knight Keladry did, the rest being too distracted by the mages. All three rushed to the front of the lines.
Alanna called on the last of her Gift, and burst it at the Scanrans, swinging her sword with skill, taking the life of at least twenty-five enemy soldiers as she passed on to Dark god.
Daine, asking for animals' sacrifice, directed them at the rest of the Marenites. The animals' rushed to her aid and to do her bidding, even as she herself joined her parents.
Kel, having no magical skill died last; still on her feet, taking down the Tusaine part of the army, swinging Griffin till the end.
Jonathan survived.
That day three men, Dom, Numair, and George cried.
That day, three extraordinary women took down the rest of the Scanran, Maren, and Tusainese army.
That day a country mourned for its heroines. Who had protected their country to the finish.
A/N: You likie? I wrote this off the top of my head in less than 30 minutes. I am thinking about writing a short sequel.
P.S. Puuuuhhhhllleeeaaassseee review.
