Risha stirred. Her head felt like it had been split in two, the dim firelight of the room, flaring white, hurting her eyes. She squinted, making out the blurred forms of her friends at the end of her bed.
"What the fuck were you trying to do?" Tyth's voice cut through the space between them, trembling with fury.
"I—" Her throat was dry, the words scratching, "I wanted to find help. Because... I know we... we can't do this... alone." She looked up at Tyth, whose eyes were fixed on hers. "Please, just understand!"
His voice became low, solemn, "I do, Risha, but what you did was so stupid—"
"Back down, Tyth. She cares for the girl. What she is saying is true. We can't just go alone. And it won't be enough for anyone just to get her out of there alive. We will burn them all like they burnt us ten years ago. So we will march in there with an army. And we will choke them on the ashes of the dreams they burned."
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Fantasy"Before there was anything there were dragons. They ruled over oblivion, a gaping void where nothing exists but everything lives." The war had raged for decades. And in it's wake all that had been left was a broken expanse of a fire burnt wasteland...
