SOUTH OF MUDENA DEL-EDHA
Just as Sariel's body regained its whole, uninjured form, he felt the hands of two Iryllurym slip beneath his arms and gently lift him to a full standing position. "Thank you," he muttered, grateful for the assistance.
The angels' grip tightened.
"I have it," he complained, shrugging his shoulders.
They held fast to his arms and their grip quickly became forceful and rigid. In the next moment, two more angels grasped his wings from behind, and he felt the blade of a vaepkir press against his neck.
Nuathel and another Iryllur walked forward.
Sariel assumed the last two were somewhere behind him, out of sight, likely with their weapons drawn.
"What are you doing?" he hissed through clenched teeth.
"We're taking you back," the Fim-Rada answered.
Sariel stared hard at the soldier.
"You will stand trial and receive judgment for your disobedience," Nuathel continued. "These are my orders."
Sariel opened his mouth to respond, but quickly decided to keep silent. He had known deep down that this was a possibility. He'd even cautioned the Myndarym about it.
The Iryllurym pulled hard on his upper arms and turned him around to the north.
Instead of fighting, Sariel complied and walked with his captors, trying instead to remain calm, breathe carefully, and think quickly.
I could just shift out of their grasp, but they know where I'm going. They'll just follow me. I have to kill them.
Sariel immediately began to run through hand-to-hand combat scenarios in his mind.
Two in front. Two beside. And two behind.
He'd been surrounded before, but never in this close of proximity. As each imagined battle came to an unacceptable end in his mind, his thoughts were slowly overwhelmed by the despair of never seeing Sheyir again.
What will happen to her? Who will protect her? Love her? No one!
She had no one in this world now. She was alone. And Sariel had come through too much to let her down.
Too much for this to stand in my way!
The blade pressed into his neck as they walked. He felt a warm trickle of wetness down his skin.
Nuathel and his second-in-command walked in front now with their backs turned. Their body language suggested they were confident that any threat had been neutralized.
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Incarnation | Wandering Stars Volume One
FantasíaSince the ages before time was measured, the angelic races have existed. Unseen by our eyes, they move through creation, shaping our world, sustaining our existence, and battling demonic hordes. But the war is changing; the battle lines are expandin...
