The day after the first conflict of the war is a bleak one, no cries of victory or celebrations for the returned soldiers just a grey atmosphere and many dead and injured being dealt with as the reality of how this war sets in to everyone's mind. Reinlas sits on his throne in the castle as the battle replays in his head he sees the faces of those he know died including that of Gragnior. Laraka walks in.
"How many?" Reinlas asks with a grim voice
"Current numbers have at least 1 billion dead and 547 million injured 328 million critically" Laraka says
"How many active and able to fight?" Reinlas asks
"Not enough" Laraka says
"Its a miracle we were even able to win" Reinlas thinks to himself
Laraka begins to walk out.
"Where are you going laraka?" Reinlas asks
"One of the injured was the woman who helped me in battle, bastards took her right arm so I'm going to check on her" Laraka says
"Right, go on and see her she may need the visit right now" Reinlas says
Laraka nods and walks out heading to the guard rooms in the castle where that female soldier is, he knocks.
"Come in" A female voice says
Laraka walks in and sees the soldier who helped him and he remembers the previous days fight. As they fought back to back they got overwhelmed and one enemy with an axe took a strong swing down smashing through the woman's blade as she tried to block and right through the right shoulder taking her entire arm.
"Oh Captain Laraka its you..." The woman says
"I came to check in on you because of well..." Laraka gets cut off
"My arm, its hard to even believe its actually gone. When I look I see its gone but I feel it there, itches beneath the skin and it moving around, my fingertips catching the air as it moves. It just makes it even harder" The woman says
"I'm sure you'll find ways to adjust or even be able to use your magic to make a new arm even if its a temporary one" Laraka says trying to be hopeful for her sake
"Maybe" The woman says slightly happier
"By the way I never caught your name" Laraka says
"My names Zytaira" Zytaira says
"Well Zytaira you are an incredible fighter and should we find a way too give you a new arm ill be glad to fight by your side again" Laraka says
"Likewise Laraka" Zytaira says happily
Laraka walks out and Zytaira looks at where her arm was.
"Be able to use my magic to make a new arm huh? I wonder how possible that is, guess I should try" Zytaira says as she starts to channel her magic into the cut off point of her arm
Laraka walks down the hallways and bumps into someone accidentally knocking them over.
"Oh sorry" Laraka says holding his hand out to the woman he pushed over
"Its alright I didn't see you" The woman says as she takes his hand to get up
"What are you doing in the castle?" Laraka asks
"I came to see my sister Zytaira" The woman says
"Oh how much have you heard about her current state?" Laraka asks
"I know she went to fight and came back without an arm and that's it, honestly I feel horrible I wasn't able to be there to help her." The woman says
YOU ARE READING
The Immortalai
FantasyA race of people have appeared on the planet through unknown means, they are confused and wary of those around them what will they build or what will they destroy.
