~Elena~
I will not let this place be taken without a fight. I promised silently as I allowed the darkness to take over. My hands drawing my knives swiftly as I tore at my dress, ripping it so that it reached above my knees. Red tinted my gaze as the screams grew louder, my feet echoing against the stones, before I reached the open door. Men lay in different states of destruction. Some missing limbs, all staring up with lifeless eyes. A metallic tang clung to my lips as I looked for my lord, knives resting in my hands like familiar friends, striking out at anyone who got to close. Where is he? I panicked as I continued to fight my way forward, blood coating my skin, and matting my hair. I must look like a demon. I mused as my knives continued to feed my blood lust. The darkness wanting more lives. More bodies to fall at my feet as I continued to search, keeping careful watch of the bodies I stepped over incase one happened to be his. It was both relieving and disheartening to not see him. Not even a glance as I worked my way through the masses, before cheers reached my ears. I rushed towards them, arriving just in time to see more troops pouring in. Tyrion. There he was, fighting with a battle
axe, the troops fighting along side him. No! I gasped inwardly as I sliced at another tender throat, a soldier raising a mace to strike Tyrion down before Podrick tackled him, stabbing the man in the eye. Tyrion looked up at a large man, one of the King's Guard with a smile, before the impossible happened. The guard sliced at Tyrion's face. Tyrion stood there, his face frozen in shock as he bled, before a spear stabbed through the guard's eye, killing him instantly. My heartbeat thundered in my ears as I rushed towards them, side stepping a flailing sword in the process. Please let him be alive. I prayed as more troops rode in, slicing down the enemy. In my confusion, I was knocked to the ground. My knife slashing the throat of the body that lay on top of me now. Tears burned in my eyes as I tried to push his weight off of me. Deciding that if he died, I would lay down and die beside him.
"They're retreating!" A soldier shouted triumphantly as others took up in cheer, with renewed effort, I pushed the dead soldier off of me, only to see that Tyrion was no longer there.
He must be alive. They've gotten him somewhere safe to tend to him. I told myself as I pushed my tired body to run back towards the castle as more troops rushed away. I will find him. He will be alright. I rushed into the castle, determined to make it to my chambers and wash the gore from my body before someone saw me.