AND: I have TWO artists. Everyone thank PeasleysParakeet and Der Metzgermeister. I'll tell everyone when and where they can view the fan art when it becomes available. I'm sorry this update is so late, but I had a History 315 final (college class). Hist 315 is history of the American Civil War. I came home and passed out from brain drain. This was the hardest chapter for me to write. I do have the ENTIRE story written on paper. I'm just taking my time typing it out.
Warning: Some blood and gore. Not as much as last chapter.
Disclaimer: See previous.
Chapter 15
"Call of the Queen"
The white wolf howled. Royal soldiers froze, birds let out screeches, and the earth bound animals let out calls. Eva stood between the wolf's front paws and looked up and the large white furred guardian.
"Nagali," Eva whispered. The Naurasians and Spring turned to look at her. The wolf growled and bit down on one of the soldiers. Blood rained down upon the warriors. Amazingly, the wolf's fur was still pure white. No signs of blood stained the immaculate fur. Large golden eyes scanned the battlefield. The wolf took a step forward and turned back to look Eva in the eyes.
Eva couldn't breath. The wolf's eyes were reaching into her soul. Eva began to hyperventilate. Cold sweat ran down her back.
"You can do it, little star," Eva heard Nagali say in her mind. The wolf gave a grin and disappeared into pure white smoke. Aikka began to shake her shoulder to get her out of her shock.
"Eva," he whispered. Concern flashed across his face. Ahn rushed over to her and began to look for wounds.
Eva shooed them away and turned to view the sky with harriers fighting with their birds. She took a slow step forward and put away her cuspis. She knew what she was doing. She wasn't in danger. Something was calling to her, whispering instruction in her ear. When she was a few feet from the others, she turned and gave them a soft smile. Turning back around, she gazed at the war torn areas.
She let out a shriek.
It wasn't a scream, but a shriek like that of a bird. Long and loud, it was filled with sorrow and pleading. Animals heard it and looked to her. Their riders, too, turned to look at her. A white corona of energy flowed around her. Another shriek echoed in the air. It was ghostly, like a memory of a time long since past. A mournful howl of a wolf joined it. A melody of a song long forgotten filled the air. It spoke of pain, of sadness, and of love lost. The royal soldiers became frightened and turned tail. The rebels felt power coming into them, and a deep sadness for their fallen comrades.
Tears were streaming down Eva's cheeks by then. A warm hand grasped her shoulder. It was Aikka. He gave her a sad smile. She gave him a soft smile. Her eyes held more tears. Spring came up on her other side and turned her gaze over the mountain too. They had won that day because of the Heir.
"What do we do now?" Spring whispered.
Eva turned her gaze to the warrior woman. "We leave. They know where we are. They will be back. It's time to head for the capitol. We are ready."
A new song filtered through the air. A soft melody whispered upon the wind. It spoke to those who knew how to listen. Eva smiled and closed her eyes. It was a beautiful song. It was a song of hope.
