Miraric

12| Rain of Blood.

Edric waited, but Miranda never came.

And eventually, Edric gave up and with a heavy heart, he left the meadow, feeling forgotten.

Did she forget? Did her father find out? Is she in trouble? Should I find her and see how she's doing?

Countless negative thoughts swarmed around his mind, consuming him as he walked through the glade and when he was finally done walking through it, all his thoughts — and his body came to a halt.

He stood by the pavement as he saw people around him panicking, yelling, running around and screaming in help and it didn't take him too much to what had caused this chaos.

Women clutched their children tight to their chests, hurrying towards nowhere, fathers holding their sons and daughters and trying to lead them far away, shopkeepers closing down their little shops in hurry, people locking their precious homes and taking bags that were full and tugged them along with them, elders trying their best to match the speed of the youths.

"They have arrived! The Ezèrian are looting us!" one of the elders said, his voice low, but desperate as he pushed himself to walk more.

The Ezèrian are here.

"They will kill us!"

They will kill my family.

"They are going to take our lands!"

They are going to usurp the throne.

"They are going to kill the king!"

They are going to kill my father.

"Nothing can stop them. They won't stop until they have all the Power Holders bowing to them," Edric heard someone saying from behind him but he didn't move an inch — he couldn't.

He was frozen — paralysed — his feet stick to the ground as coldness took over his whole body while he stood there, completely still and for a moment he forgot to breath. And then, before he knew it, his hands were trembling, he was trembling and he could no longer think or more or blink.

Someone walked past him as they shoved him hard on his shoulders, making him lose balance and fall immediately on the ground, his palms pressed against the earth that felt like it was scared, as well.

His senses finally hit him: he could feel his hands, he could feel his knees that were pressed against the earth, he could feel himself breathing the air, he could see the people again, he could hear the shrieks and the cries of the people.

He felt his eyes welling up as he finally stood and directed his eyes towards south, where the Elisora palace was, where the Ezèrian were, where they were probably killing everyone they set their eyes on and then, without thinking anything else, he released his renèi Possession, his White Wings, and flew towards his home.

***

It was like rain of blood occurred here.

Blood. Blood. Blood.

Bodies. Bodies. Bodies.

Ezèrian. Ezèrian. Ezèrian.

Those were all that he could see.

He had barged into the throne room by the window using his wings and though it caused him to have some injuries due to the collision with the glass window, he forgot it all once he saw what was happening in front of him.