33. Runaan- Untie
(Requested)
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"Corporal (Y/N), we've located the humans." My head turned towards the mage that had just spoken. I reacted quickly, moving to where they were outside of the tent, my eyes glancing over at the giant map laid out.
"How did you manage to find them?" I asked, pointing to a flashing red dot that moved to the West, "I've tried using one of Ethari's arrows, but they always broke, for some reason." The Moonshadow elf shook their head and held out a hand, a small, crushed herb in the palm of it.
"I had to resort to using one of the human tracking spells, but modified it so no dark magic would contaminate the camp." Humming, I took a final look at the plant, and averted my attention to the cluster of dots on our map of Xadia.
"They're currently headed towards the the Dragon Queen's lair, Corporal. It won't be long until they've reached there. We have to hurry. Our allies await us." My heart felt numb and my fingers unconsciously slipped over the fine linings of my sword's handle. Though my hands were cold and I felt unadulterated rage bubbling up from inside me, I still had some willpower left inside me -- one that allowed me to keep calm through all this chaos.
"Let's go, then. It will be a hard battle."
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Finally. The time has come.
I spat out a bit of blood, the metallic taste pooling inside my mouth, a finger feeling the gap where my right molar should have been. My chest hurt, my lungs were on fire, the fine tissues of my throat almost scorched off. But the adrenaline rush washed away most of the pain as my eyes narrowed, glaring at the figure shaking in front of me.
"Son of a bitch," I muttered, unsheathing my sword, the blade shining in the dim light. His frightened eyes looked at me like some monster, incoherent mumbling coming from his trembling mouth. Begs of mercy were uttered like scripture, treating me like some sort of saint, but I couldn't hear any of them.
Red filled my vision as I tensed up, ready to lunge. Hands pulled at my clothing, urging me to withdraw, but I was too far gone. The echoes of my comrades' voices filled my ears, hoping that I wouldn't be so bloodthirsty as to kill our enemy. But wasn't that the point? For all the lives that he took, for the manipulation he cast upon our kingdoms, wasn't this what he deserved?
I couldn't understand what mercy they felt for him, or what figure he was posed to be in their lives, but in mine, he was someone who had tarnished our reputation as strong leaders, and ripped our loved ones away from each other.
Raising my sword, I let out a guttural scream, one that sent chills, tremors down to the land we stood on. I swung down, only to come in contact with a force field of black. It exploded, sending me flying backwards, my grasp loosening on my sword, almost knocking it out of my hand.
"No!" Getting up immediately, I snarled at the High Mage and his daughter, who stood there, embracing her father. My feet carried me on their own, charging at the two, sword swishing wildly in the air. The tip of the blade managed to catch onto Viren's robes as the two disappeared, and spilled the contents of his pocket onto the ground.
Once seeing that they were gone, I entered a mode of paralysis. My gaze went blank and I froze, collapsing onto my knees. With my jaw slack and weapon clattering to the ground, for the first time in a while, I cried in front of the legion of troops. I could feel the atmosphere build up, soldiers looking at me, hands clasped over their mouths, not believing the sight they were witnessing. But I didn't care anymore -- my everything was gone.
Fat tears rolled down my cheeks, my breath uneven, nose shriveled and mouth letting out wails, cries of grief. The thought of failure was enough to haunt any soldier -- especially if it bore a risk that you couldn't bear losing. My fists pounded onto the Earth, sending vibrations through the thick soil, letting small, stray rocks fly into the air. I was on my hands and knees, yelling at the ground, pleading for something, anything, that allowed for me to feel the rush of victory again.
The sobs that racked my body, depriving it of energy, were almost nothing compared to the weight I felt on my chest, the immense amount of guilt I felt flooding my heart and every vein in my body.
While I basked in my own misery, one of the human troops took the time to pick up what was in his father's pocket. A small bag of coins, and spell ingredients in jars. He seemed the remember something, his eyes widening as he ripped apart the satchel made of cloth, its contents spilling out. The blonde picked up the coins and examined the pictures on them, letting out a small gasp.
"Elves?" Another one of the humans went to look at the golden coins -- the one with the red scarf. His eyes glinted with recognition.
"Rayla!" Taking the time and effort to calm down, a warm hand patted my back and helped me up. I looked at the figure, and saw a human guard. A kind smile graced her face, an arm supporting me. Not having the power to return the gesture, I just gave a little nod of appreciation while we slowly made our way over.
"Corporal (Y/N)!" My attention was diverted to a head guard, running up to me in a hurry. They waited for me to indicate that they could speak more. I hurriedly beckoned them with my hand, urging for the news.
"It's Runaan!"
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And when the time comes, know that I'll always find my way back to you.
Blue light filled the room, alleviating the tugging and impatient sensation of waiting. The coins started to float, shaking violently as white clouds of smoke shot from them.
Have some trust in me, knowing that you will always be in my mind whenever I'm fighting.
The mist bent, slowly taking the shape of three figures, molding itself into the forms that it was originally. The previously gaseous material hardened into solid matter, shaping the features of the trapped beings.
The promises I make to you, for you, I will always strive to keep. Though we can never ensure that we'll be safe, know that I will return your world to you, just as you make up mine.
Euphoria blossomed in the pits of my eyes, the setting of the tent melting away into plumes of pink petals, encircling the space. My legs worked by themselves, moving towards one of the three figures, the mages parting so that I had a clear pathway.
Breathlessly, his hands grabbed onto mine, squeezing them tight.
Endlessly, his glossy eyes bore into mine, sparkling with the light of glory, of thankfulness -- relief to see each other again.
Wordlessly, he leaned forwards and pressed his lips to mine. The explosions that rang inside my ears every time I had nightmares about the events previous to this faded at his touch. One of his hands had gotten lost in my fine locks of hair, brushing away any inconsistencies.
The knots in my stomach untied themselves, and the sweet scent of lavender was all that filled my lungs.
Just as the happiest moments we share, the crowns of beautiful flowers you place so lovingly on my head, I hope the memories of me remind you of the worth you bear in my heart.
Let me hold you again and smile.
I adore you -- to the moon and back.
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