"You killed Nadia," Viktir stared at the body that once had been his comrade lying in broken tatters at their feet. His hands shook by his sides.
Elred regarded the man. "You would've done the same thing to me," she dropped back into a stance, keeping an eye on Diran and Pikard who stalked towards her. "What makes you hesitate? Are you the cowards I think you are?"
"We shouldn't have come here," Pikard said. Elred lashed just as the half-blood lunged to tackle her. Elred's dagger found its home on Pikard's neck as well.
"Elred! Enough!" Diran stepped in Elred's way with a slash of his sword. Elred flexed her fingers and made glass creep into his sword. She clenched her fingers. The metal shattered.
Diran threw his broken sword away and raised his arms. "We surrender! We will face the Sovereign's judgement."
A bitter laugh flew out of Elred's lips. It grew until she threw her head back and guffawed. "What makes you think the Sovereign will have mercy on you when you've seen her send an army against me?" she clapped her hands, reveling at her amusement at a time like this. Then, she dropped to a stance. "If you believe she will spare you, then you might as well die by my hand. I promise to be at least merciful."
From the corner of her eye, she watched Viktir run towards his twin. His sobs could be heard for miles. Elred scoffed. "Nadia was wise enough to die," Diran's gaze, when it flicked towards her, was filled with trepidation and ire. Elred shrugged. "Isn't it tribulation enough?"
"You're crazy," Diran hissed, stepping forward. His fists were clenched at his sides.
Elred hefted her glass sword. "I've always been," she inclined her head and bared her teeth. "Haven't I taught you that?"
Diran yelled and charged. What meager spells he knew flew out of him in a series of wild shrieks. Elred met his attacks, predicting each and every strike and defense he did. At this point, she has already won. Emotions. They make a mess out of a soldier on the battlefield.
He backed her into a ledge and Elred saw the carnage below. Dagrine legs stuck into the air, buried under tons of soil. Smoke curled from the ground with no traces of the army. Good. Looked like the Glass Mountain took care of the intruders.
Something flashed in the corner of Elred's eyes as Diran charged with his fist extended. Elred retreated and summoned her wings when her feet edged off the plateau. Diran gave one last swipe before he realized his mistake. His boot stepped into empty air. Then, the earth took hold.
Elred reached out and grabbed his arm. He looked at her gratefully, a hopeful smile painted on his bloody face as he clawed at her arm. His legs dangled against the long drop below them. Elred smiled back before drawing her dagger. Diran paled. This was farewell.
Elred plunged the dagger into the man's arm and drew it back out. Blood sprayed at her face and at her skirts. Then, she let him go. His scream cursing Elred's name was the last thing out of his lips as he slammed into the newly fallen soil. Red had never been a good paint against a brown surface.
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COF 3: The Fallen Dynasty
FantasyTHIRD BOOK OF THE CHRONICLES OF FANTASILIA SERIES 𝘈 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘈 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘺𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘺. 𝘈 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳. 𝘈 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴. Two sides of the same coin are brought to the light...