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The screams that had erupted had easily drowned out the natural crackling of ignited wood near the outskirts of their kingdom’s border. Terror, pain, apprehension, all eliciting a pained expression from the commoners as well as the guards who sat poised, prepared for the worst outcome that may come about. The cadmium shades hadn’t been the cause of the distress, flames were occupational hazards, bound to spontaneously combust during the heated months of the year. It wasn’t the engulfing golden hues brightening the previously setting sun, causing the dusk shades a darkened blood-red, it was the towering beast whose mouth erupted the danger near the barricade protecting their community.
Hell had sprung loose from the underworld to wreak havoc on the innocent civilians inhabiting a relatively peaceful village. The commoners rushed to their version of safety, some promptly ushering their children below the cobble flooring of the various houses or shops, desperately hoping the rock could sustain the growing fiery wrath. Others attempting to fetch pails of water from the neighboring springs and rivers to douse any imminent threat that could uncontrollably spread. Dozens of brave people rushed back and forth, traveling as fast as shaky, petrified legs could muster.
Evelyn’s father had been one of those noblemen defending his kingdom with his life which had almost been ripped from him the moment a tree’s stability dramatically reduced and snapped in two from the center. It crashed down on the man, rendering the middle-aged member unconscious, trapped between charred grasses and roaring flames overhead. Luckily, Christopher kept a positive, generous reputation that most everyone instinctively knew. He’d been the man who’d offered charity when he himself lived amongst the poverty-stricken folk, the man who’d graciously mended swords and weapons at any hour of the night without a serious complaint, the man who would honourably die for a cause he deemed appropriate. This reputation made it possible for accessible men to drag the limp body out from the snare which held him, risking severe burns to save an elders life.
As soon as the ardent redhead heard rumor of her father’s critical state, she’d rushed out of the palace doors in obvious fury. She pushed off those attempting to restrict her entrance into the room which her father laid, threatened medicine men with blades dipping into the flesh covering their neck until she was able to kneel beside the lifeless body. She wasn’t one to depend on an un-earthly being to grant her wishes, but in those moments she’d been desperate enough to call out to invisible mythologies for assistance. She’d been amidst her mind when King Vicar ordered her attention. Reluctantly she stood astute awaiting the words he’d pass to her, whether that be of condolences or another order she’d obey unquestioningly as a servant of her kingdom. However, his suggestion had sparked a temper and she quickly prepared for the journey that would bring her father justice.
It’s what Evelyn was currently attempting to do as she tracked the ashes, the smell of death and eradication surrounding the olfactory sense. The grim stained her polished armour but she was not one to complain about appearance, although it was a requirement to maintain the luster upon the suited protection weighing down her agile movements. She suspected the beast to blame for the destruction may be residing in the area, but a haunting idea plagued her certainty. It could’ve expanded its wings and flown miles away, abandoning the wreckage it fabricated and leaving the citizens to wallow in the loss of land and lovers. Creatures such as those paid no attention to trivial matters such as human existence, their only instinct was survival; no matter the expense.
Evelyn’s sword was crammed taut between her plated fingers, crouching and ready to spring to life at the slightest indication of another presence in the area. She’d return with a trophy by the time she finished her quest, her merciless attitude radiating prominently as she pondered over the sickly-pale tinge of her father’s skin, as images of the nurturing parent reminded her that she’d accomplished more for a lot less. Slaughtering the monster who’d wounded her kin and put her people at risk wouldn’t take a toll on her psyche any. In fact, this is what she’d been training to do all her life. To protect and serve the men and women who depended on her consistently. To appease the royals whose crest branded her servitude with a beautiful emblem across her shield which was positioned delicately against her back.
As Evelyn trekked further into the ruins of the foliage, the demolished lessened as the bright colors of the trees began filling her vision. She was either nearing the take-off point or the domain of the brute in question. Her jaw set with determination, she slowed her steps and considered her surroundings carefully. Her multitude of stratagem all required the element of surprise and she could not afford risks. The creature was large enough to be seen with the naked eye, but if it was tracking her already, it would conceal it’s self among the shadows, hiding away and awaiting the precise moment to pounce on their prey. Only, she wouldn’t allow it to get that far. Evelyn wouldn’t grant the beast the pleasure of taking her down. Nobody possessed the right. If she were to die, it would be because of her own choices, not by someone, or something else’s hands. Tonight wouldn’t bring her demise, she’d be sure of it.
The screams that had erupted had easily drowned out the natural crackling of ignited wood near the outskirts of their kingdom’s border. Terror, pain, apprehension, all eliciting a pained expression from the commoners as well as the guards who sat poised, prepared for the worst outcome that may come about. The cadmium shades hadn’t been the cause of the distress, flames were occupational hazards, bound to spontaneously combust during the heated months of the year. It wasn’t the engulfing golden hues brightening the previously setting sun, causing the dusk shades a darkened blood-red, it was the towering beast whose mouth erupted the danger near the barricade protecting their community.
Hell had sprung loose from the underworld to wreak havoc on the innocent civilians inhabiting a relatively peaceful village. The commoners rushed to their version of safety, some promptly ushering their children below the cobble flooring of the various houses or shops, desperately hoping the rock could sustain the growing fiery wrath. Others attempting to fetch pails of water from the neighboring springs and rivers to douse any imminent threat that could uncontrollably spread. Dozens of brave people rushed back and forth, traveling as fast as shaky, petrified legs could muster.
Evelyn’s father had been one of those noblemen defending his kingdom with his life which had almost been ripped from him the moment a tree’s stability dramatically reduced and snapped in two from the center. It crashed down on the man, rendering the middle-aged member unconscious, trapped between charred grasses and roaring flames overhead. Luckily, Christopher kept a positive, generous reputation that most everyone instinctively knew. He’d been the man who’d offered charity when he himself lived amongst the poverty-stricken folk, the man who’d graciously mended swords and weapons at any hour of the night without a serious complaint, the man who would honourably die for a cause he deemed appropriate. This reputation made it possible for accessible men to drag the limp body out from the snare which held him, risking severe burns to save an elders life.
As soon as the ardent redhead heard rumor of her father’s critical state, she’d rushed out of the palace doors in obvious fury. She pushed off those attempting to restrict her entrance into the room which her father laid, threatened medicine men with blades dipping into the flesh covering their neck until she was able to kneel beside the lifeless body. She wasn’t one to depend on an un-earthly being to grant her wishes, but in those moments she’d been desperate enough to call out to invisible mythologies for assistance. She’d been amidst her mind when King Vicar ordered her attention. Reluctantly she stood astute awaiting the words he’d pass to her, whether that be of condolences or another order she’d obey unquestioningly as a servant of her kingdom. However, his suggestion had sparked a temper and she quickly prepared for the journey that would bring her father justice.
It’s what Evelyn was currently attempting to do as she tracked the ashes, the smell of death and eradication surrounding the olfactory sense. The grim stained her polished armour but she was not one to complain about appearance, although it was a requirement to maintain the luster upon the suited protection weighing down her agile movements. She suspected the beast to blame for the destruction may be residing in the area, but a haunting idea plagued her certainty. It could’ve expanded its wings and flown miles away, abandoning the wreckage it fabricated and leaving the citizens to wallow in the loss of land and lovers. Creatures such as those paid no attention to trivial matters such as human existence, their only instinct was survival; no matter the expense.
Evelyn’s sword was crammed taut between her plated fingers, crouching and ready to spring to life at the slightest indication of another presence in the area. She’d return with a trophy by the time she finished her quest, her merciless attitude radiating prominently as she pondered over the sickly-pale tinge of her father’s skin, as images of the nurturing parent reminded her that she’d accomplished more for a lot less. Slaughtering the monster who’d wounded her kin and put her people at risk wouldn’t take a toll on her psyche any. In fact, this is what she’d been training to do all her life. To protect and serve the men and women who depended on her consistently. To appease the royals whose crest branded her servitude with a beautiful emblem across her shield which was positioned delicately against her back.
As Evelyn trekked further into the ruins of the foliage, the demolished lessened as the bright colors of the trees began filling her vision. She was either nearing the take-off point or the domain of the brute in question. Her jaw set with determination, she slowed her steps and considered her surroundings carefully. Her multitude of stratagem all required the element of surprise and she could not afford risks. The creature was large enough to be seen with the naked eye, but if it was tracking her already, it would conceal it’s self among the shadows, hiding away and awaiting the precise moment to pounce on their prey. Only, she wouldn’t allow it to get that far. Evelyn wouldn’t grant the beast the pleasure of taking her down. Nobody possessed the right. If she were to die, it would be because of her own choices, not by someone, or something else’s hands. Tonight wouldn’t bring her demise, she’d be sure of it.