[RPG] [Dwi]To Escape

[Chuong Huynh]

Nnaoj felt the sense of urgency as she hurried through the streets of
Ashforth. Perhaps she was not too late, she thought. Her unit was already
stationed atop the battlements with the Rancaguan troops waiting for the
Fontanese attack. She rushed towards the generals quarters in time to catch
a glimpse of Elenaraloki and his command staff leaving for the battle. She
knew the odds were against them as they prepared to defend the Eleador
capital from the combined might of Oligarch and Perdan. The horns and battle
cries signaled the onslaught as she climbed to the top of the battlements.
The enemies poured over the breached fortifications in a blur passing over
her as she drifted through the melee. Finally she saw him, pierced with half
a dozen arrows but still valiantly holding the section of wall his unit was
to defend. Moving through suspended time she brushed aside the slings and
arrows and made her way towards him. But she was too late. Kneeling beside
her beloved she kissed his lips in a moment which seems like forever as the
warmth faded from them.

she opened her eyes to the cries of an infant and a smell of incense. The
air heavy and the room glowed with an orangish hue. The hooded dark figures
stood over her, silently, their faces hidden. They motioned for her to rise
and chanting an unknown passage led her, as she stumbled away from the
bloodied stone pedestal. The next room was much larger with sandstone
pillars running up the irregular walls. At the far end rays of light pierced
the smoke of the incense that emanated from the black orbs hanging from each
pillar. Under each oillet, stood a small figure cloaked in yellow. As she
drew closer, one of the figures leaped forward, throwing back her yellow
hood and revealing a young girl. Nnoaj knelt down on one knee and brushed
the tears from the girls face, looping her hair behind her ears. Leaning her
forehead against the child's, Nnaoj whispered, "I know" as she closed her
own eyes and let a tear roll down her cheek.

The re-occurring dreams of that battle she hadn't had for many years but
having to fight upon those battlements and seeing the complacent Sirion
nobility once again had brought them flooding back. Even now as those events
are passed and far away they still grip her with their tendrils and remain
fresh in her mind.
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