The blond had
her sword out. Looking to the brunette she saw that her companion was
in shock at the violent attack and had not yet drawn her weapon. She
yelled at her companion and charged the warriors.
Her sword clashed with the first warrior's weapon. A curiously curved
blade that was being wielded with a hand near each end of the weapon.
Fast he was, faster than most warriors she had fought, but not quite
fast enough. Her second attack got past his defenses and she plunged
her sword through his heart.
Her mistake was in being too confident. As she swiftly withdrew her
sword to deal with the second warrior, she didn't notice that the first
warrior had not obligingly died. Much to her surprise, she found
herself looking down and seeing the tip of the first warrior's blade
punching through the front of her chest.
There was no pain. Only a spreading numbness as her mind tried to
assimilate this sudden change of events. Her brunette companion she saw
knocked down and spirited away. But the view was all wrong, why was she
lying on the ground?
Voices. One voice said something about "massive trauma". Another voice
asked "can you save her?". But she didn't care anymore. She just wanted
to sleep...
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First Encounter
Darkness. Sound. Crackle? A conversation? She opened her eyes and
groaned as the light of a campfire brought tears to her eyes. Movement.
Steps. Someone was above her. Danger!
Her hand shot up and grabbed the blue-clothed man around the throat.
She got up quickly and painfully. But she didn't let go of her grip.
She saw another man standing up and moving towards her. Blond, wearing
a yellowish tunic, black pants, the air of command.
"Stop!" she commanded. And he did.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"A friend," he answered. She couldn't place the accent.
A sound behind her. Before she could react she felt a touch on her
shoulder and darkness claimed her again.
When she woke again a trio of men looked at her. The one on the right
looked the oldest. His blue tunic and black pants mirrored on the
tallest one to the left, who seemed to have some sort of deformity of
the ears. Their gold-tunic'ed leader gave her an appraising look.
"Now that you're awake again," began the leader, "let me tell you that
we did just save you, so you have nothing to fear from us."
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