Hello everyone! I am still writing hahahaha I just get a bit distracted, but i promise I will go back to the other stories I've written ΚΰΉβΉα΄₯βΉΚ They will get completed!! Just give me some time Κ Β΄β’Μ₯Μ₯Μ₯Οβ’Μ₯Μ₯Μ₯`Κ
Originally I was going to wait to post this new story, but you know I decided to add another meal to my bill. Κβ’ΜΟβ’ΜΚβ§ Because I haven't learnt my lesson! Plus I want to give back to the RahuChief nation!
So without further a-do please see the link below for the full chapter and of course the small sample. I hope you guys enjoy it Κγ£β’α΄₯β’Κγ£π
Rahuβs memories from that point on became blurry and skittish. A mixture of her own screams, of her sword plunging into bodies, being slashed and pierced, biting someoneβs face, Rahuβs mind was dyed red among the endless carnage that befell her. She couldnβt accept that she had failed, that her comrades had died, that she had lost Paradeisoβs first stronghold of this war. Especially one that was constantly emphasized as a crucial boundary that was necessary to block the barbarians of the east.
Back in her present mind, Rahu laughed emptily at the collage of memories. The mental angst driving her insane as she limped away with the undeserved title of sole survivor.
For whatever reason, she had somehow lived. Only managing to escape when she was tossed head first into an open barrel and kicked out of the way by someone who no longer held a distinguished face or voice. The barrelβs speedy getaway only stopping when she collided with a tree. The barrel, having kept her safe and hidden from the enemyβs eyes, shattered on impact. The force slamming Rahuβs head against the bark and granting her the freedom to lay unconsciously within the tall thick bushes that disguised her.
When she had awoke, Rahu was greeted with the smell of crisped bodies and burnt wood. She needed time to sort herself out before she had finally regained some sense of time and place. Not wasting another second, Rahu grabbed the nearest sword loitering around and ran back to her post. Ready to join the battle again if her team hadnβt already pushed back the enemy.
Preparing to fight again, Rahu couldnβt envision her team losing. Call it absolute fate or blind devotion, Rahu had never once believed Paradeiso would be defeated at any point of the start of this war. Only to drop her weapon when she saw the aftermath of this surprised attack.
There was nothing left of her fortress nor of her comrades.
Rahu could only think of one thing to do now at the face of such a defeat.
So, Rahu moved. She moved with no sense of direction, with no care in her steps, her eyes hollow as she pushed on by mere instinctual duty. Slipping and stumbling as her mind attacked her with flashes of the battle, of her actions, of the aftermath.
She needed to tell someone, to warn them of how advanced their enemy truly were, but something deep inside of Rahu was dead. Dead and clouding her thinking as she eventually fell off the woods edge and plunged herself into a river.
Gasping and fighting with the little strength she held, Rahu was tossed and pushed along its currents as they moved her further away from the nearest town. Her last thoughts surprisingly peaceful as she believed that such an ending was more deserved for a solider like her.
When Rahu opened her eyes, the first thing that overwhelmed her senses was the grand disappointment of being alive.
Dull and done, she spent an unlawful amount of time merely staring blankly up toward the ceiling. Her immobilizing state lasting for as long as it took her to identify she wasnβt a prisoner of war either. In fact, being safe and sound had forced her to finally take notice of her surroundings.
Like tuning a radio perfectly to a station, Rahu focused in. She could smell medicine herbs, she could hear the sounds of someone humming, the weight of the blanket laid upon her, the wraps around her limbs and torso pinching her still, and the patch against her right eye.
βFinally awake I see.β
βYou gave me quiet the shock when I went to fetch water and found you face planted in mud. You should consider yourself lucky that you ran into me. Anyone else would have robbed you or slit your throat.β
The woman was sitting to her right, her temporary blind spot, and yet Rahu didnβt have the energy to move her head. Nor could she as Rahu soon discovered that her head was being held in place by iron support brace and cast.
βDonβt move around too much. Our towns doctor took a look at you while you were unconscious and she said your skin was the only thing keeping you together,β The figure sighed as her thin fingers came to brush Rahuβs hair away from her untouched left eye, βJust how many bones were you trying to break? Trying to set a new record or something.β
Rahu opened her mouth to speak, but found herself empty with air.
βYeahβ¦ donβt try to speak either. You really are a walking miracle.β
Rahu had so much questions, so much curiosity, and it was as if the woman who had rescued her knew it too. At last, circling around the bed to join Rahu on her left side to properly converse with the wound soldier. A warm smile on her soft lips, her grey eyes full of passion and sympathy, dark midnight hair held up in a ponytail, her body thin as her hands went to help adjust Rahu up. Sitting her up enough so she could digest.
βHere. Drink this,β The woman brought a wooden bowl of bitter tea to Rahuβs lips.
Rahu merely stared into her eyes. Her own were nothing compare to the rejuvenated life rested upon those sharp eyes of her rescuer. Rahu instinctually protected herself by tightening her lips into a thin line in refusal of the strange liquid.
βI figured it wouldnβt be so easy,β The woman brought the bowl back to herself, letting the tea rest upon her lap as the stranger clarified her intentions, βI donβt blame you. Youβre a soldier of Paradeiso, correct? I recognized their armor anywhere. And donβt worry, I hid it somewhere well,β the stranger sighed, βI imagine you realized now that youβre in Syndicate.β