Chapter Eleven:Bloodlust and Battle
She
shuddered as scene after scene flashed across her vision; death,
destruction, despair, famine, drought, war. A blood-red full moon hung
low in a black sky like a fat mosquito too swollen with the blood of its
victim. Sickly animals and humans-their ribs exposed as skin clung to
their desiccated forms drag themselves across a desolate landscape full
of shadows. She could see they had given up all hope for life;
resignation flowed from their empty eyes, it was apparent in in the way
they moved their limp limbs. The sound of menacing laughter filled the
air, it surrounded her, taunted her and each being, human and animal
alike turned to stare at her accusingly. Her legs, strong and capable
froze as they advanced upon her. Her eyes widened, a frantic look filled
the emerald orbs, her chest tight as she screamed but she couldn't hear
herself over the jeering laughter that continued to mock her.
What can I do?
What can I do?
I am only one person.
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The other knightes had come to a stop just outside the trees and dismounted quickly to join Haruka and Mago in the uneasy silence. The only noises that rode on the air came from their horses who whinnied softly, their hooves pawing the ground impatiently while waiting for their riders.
