"War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend." – J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers (The Lord of the Rings, #2)
Blood flew from wounds. Fists met with flesh before she had managed to slam her hammer into the head of the witch as they landed upon the snow covered ground. Slowly, she stood up, her dark brown eyes took in the land around her as she placed her hammer back into its proper slot on her hip. It is then she noticed that the buildings that were in front of her were similar in design to those her mother told her about from her world. Just as she started to walk forward toward the building she heard the sound of several pops followed by a female yelping in pain. Not thinking much on it, she quickly reached behind her where her two blades rested upon her lower back, pulling them from their sheaths. Blades in hand she darted forward toward where she had heard the sound coming from as she entered what she believed was the main street, she instantly noticed a woman holding her son close to her. There were several men surrounding her and the child holding what she assumed were automatic weapons not waiting for anything to happen, she charged at them. One of the men heard her approaching from behind, as he turned to see her fully, she used her right hand to swing a blade severing his throat.Blood spurted from the wound causing the other men that were nearby to turn toward her with their weapons raised.
Before they could start firing on her, she quickly sank both her blades into the chest area, releasing the handles of the blades and stepped back. This allowed her to summon chains of molten rage to flow from her hands as she reached the end of the chain within her tight grip, she quickly swung the man toward the others sending them flying backward into a nearby wall. The wall collapsed most likely killing them in the process, as soon as her blades were back into her hands she felt something graze her left arm from behind.She turned around raising her left arm, allowing her shield to spring forth just as her father's did. She could hear the pinging of the bullets ricocheting off it, not standing idly she ran toward the last man, as soon as she was close enough she slammed the shield into his head. She watched as his body hit the floor before shoving her blade into his heart. Once she was sure he was no longer moving, she removed the blade from his body, and then sheathed both the blades before pressing a button on her arm armor to withdraw her shield back.
Her eyes glanced from the body toward the woman and child.She could see the fear and curiosity in their eyes, however, she did not want to remain in this area. However, she did not want to leave the two in the midst of what she assumed was a war torn realm."You two should leave. Especially since you have your son with you," she spoke out wtih a low growl.
She watched them for a moment before she turned back around to leave the area once she could see the brunette woman slowly get to her feet. She did not move over two feet away when the woman called out, accent thick upon her voice, "Wait! It is dangerous here. I can offer you shelter in return for your assistance earlier."She turned around looking at the woman before letting out a soft huff," I can take care of myself, however, I am in need of lodgings until I can make my own home."She watched as the woman nodded her head, picking her young son, and jerked her head toward the street behind her," Follow me. I'll show you back to our home. My name is Madonia Muller and this is my son Jake. May we ask for your name?"
"You may call me Rhea," She replied back as she followed through several streets, taking note of the war torn conditions. "It is an honor to meet you, Rhea. Can you tell me where you are from? I saw a light and then you appeared," Madonia asked as they entered what appeared to be some form of housing area near the outskirts of the town.
"I am from an ancient place. One that cannot be reached through normal means. That is all I will say," Rhea replied as they stopped in front of the door of what appeared to be a quaint little house.
It was obvious by the boarded up windows as well some of the damage done to the outside walls. Madonia reached into her pocket, pulling out a key and opening up the door. Once they were inside, Rhea was greeted to a homely house, Rhea glanced upon the walls and could see that they had several photos of both her and her son.
However, her attention was drawn away by Madonia speaking," I understand. Please follow me. I'll show you to the guest room. You can rest there." She sat the young boy, Jake, down onto the ground before signaling her to follow.Rhea watched out of the corner of her eyes as Jake climbed up onto the nearby couch, sitting down and watched as Rhea and his mother passed by. She followed Madonia down a small hallway toward a door, they stopped in front of it. Madonia opened the door allowing Rhea to see that it was a somewhat small room with a medium sized bed and several small dressers.
"It's not much, but you are more than welcome to use it as thanks for save me and my son," Madonia spoke softly to her.
Rhea simply let out a hum as she stepped inside and looked around before speaking gruffly," This will suffice I need not more. Tell me why were those men trying to kill you and your son?"Rhea noticed the hesitation to answer her question, unsure if she was trustworthy, however, she noticed a familiar set of blue eyes peering around the doorframe.
Rhea let out a small huff as she spoke," A story for another time. It seems the boy needs you."At the mention of her son Madonia turned to face her son, walking over to him crouching down and began to speak to him in a language she didn't understand. Despite not understanding the language, she could see that Jake was uncomfortable in her presence and so she spoke out loud," The boy is obviously uncomfortable with my presence. Any further conversations regarding the situation outside and about me, I am sure can be addressed in the morning."
Madonia glanced over at Rhea with a slightly grateful look before nodding her head, wrapping an arm around her son's shoulders she said,'' You are correct. Come Jake, let us leave so Ms. Rhea can sleep."
"Okay mom," Jake muttered, lowly as he glanced up at Madonia and then toward Rhea.
Rhea simply nodded to them, watching as they left the room with Madonia closing the door behind her. Once they were gone, Rhea began to remove her blades from her back and laid them upon the nearby shelf. She then took off her hammer, staring at the black and red metal for a moment before setting it on the floor. She walked over to the bed, sitting down upon it before allowing herself to lay in it properly after she removed her boots. As she laid there, she stared up at the plain ceiling and began to wonder how her family was doing without her. Rhea hope that no one blamed themselves for her choices before she closed her eyes and drifted off into a fitful slumber.
(Hope you enjoyed this new RE fanfic! Let me know what you think.)