Dark clouds rolled overhead and screams of terror echoed through the valley from the small village below their Estate. Redridge was under assault and the reports all clearly made the assailants to be Scourge. Not the militarized Forsaken, but a far more lethal and untamed force as though Icecrown itself had suddenly descended upon them. The Estate guard had mobilized and was doing what they could to reinforce their barriers while still assisting the townsfolk where they could. Her first priority was to get as many refugees as possible into the safety of the estate that had wards, walls, and soldiers to defend it.
Everyone had been rushing around for hours, with no warning at all. It had started out just like any other normal day before the clouds rolled in and the screams of terror began. Since then Catisa had not ceased to direct the flow of staff members and guards wherever they lacked it. Constant running around and shouting took its toll, half a day passed and evening descended, though it looked no different than the daytime at this point. Fires illuminated the horizon, places where the scourge had broken through their ranks.
“Miss Wells?” One of the chambermaids paused her bustling about to peer at the aspiring sorceress inquisitively, “Are you alright?”
The truth was she had felt light-headed all day and hadn’t eaten a thing, but in the state of things she hardly felt like she could eat. “I’m fine, thank you! Please, keep…” Her breath escaped her and the world began to spin as her legs gave out. The chambermaid let out a gasp and caught her just before she hit the ground, though the mage was out cold. After the woman dragged her off to the side of the courtyard Catisa stirred once more. She drew a deep breath and jumped to her feet.
“Miss Wells, I really must insist you take it easy!” The older woman cautioned.
“No!” Catisa snapped as she glared at the woman, whose expression was suddenly one of fear. Something had clearly startled the woman. “I can’t, not yet. The people need me.” She brushed herself off and trotted out, ignoring what sounded like further protest from the senior staff member. The woman’s concern made her glad Dairon had been assisting the soldiers with corralling the refugees and didn’t see that just now.
