Sekhmet

Chapter 5

Chapter 5
Ramifications
Soren

"We have seven tents set up, will that be enough?" Linae turned to Soren as they looked out at what once was the archer gangs camp. Now it has become more of a village of refugees and gang members, the disease is yet to hit any county outside of Veia but preparations have been created since the end of last year.

After the year long silence, they let their guard down, and now they were here. "For now, and hopefully we'll need no more" Soren replied to her, triage tents now lined the camp slowly filling up with the injured.

Crowds of people coated in blood slowly paced into the settlement, the palace and local hospital are packed with people. Bones shattered bodies littered with large wood splinters, children crying for their families are gathered to local schools to wait for news of their parent's arrival or death.

Linae clutches her axe in her hand tightly "will they come back?" She asked quietly.

Soren couldn't blame her for keeping her weapon drawn, had Soren had his revolvers he would do the same. "Not yet" it's only been a couple nights since the attack, progress on searching for victims is painfully slow.

Soren turns away from the medical tents and looks out towards the palace "you should go" Linae said, she looked slightly different from a year ago. Her long red braids were cut short by a blade to her shoulders, her light brown freckled skin was covered in dry blood that flaked off her when she moved.

LI should stay and help".
"You'll be more a nuance if you keep looking over your shoulder at them" she said light heartedly "go, check on your family."

Soren laughed and accepted defeat backing away and turning towards the Noel's home. He walked past the grow lines of the injured quickly, the Noel's farm wasn't far from where the archers were just on the other side of the palace. The crowds became thicker and harder to walk through the closer he got to the palace; a hand grabbed his arm suddenly.

"You, you're a part of the gold circle" a man with blood gushing from his forehead held him in place.

Soren saw the man stumble; he grabbed his arms and held him up "medic!" He shouted over the crowd "this man needs a medic!" His voice went unheard over the crowd.

"Golden blood" the man mumbled; Soren was surprised to hear such an old saying. The Ova bloodline has a deep half erased history; the term 'golden blood' comes from a very ancient era where for a good hundred years people worshiped the family as gods. Obviously, the Ova family no longer get worshiped nor want to be but occasionally someone with an ancient religious background would mumble to them, the old settlement especially.

Soren didn't know what to say so focused on getting them man out of the crowd, he pushed his way through till they reached the steps of the palace. Soren pulled the man up and waved down a familiar face, Clen the shunned Kershel Princess ran over.

She was much taller and larger than Soren, so she easily lifted the delirious man up "you alright?" She asked not to the man but Soren.
"I'm fine, how's the palace?"

"Stuffed like a Turkey, we've had to turn the ball room into a triage. Let me tell you the amount of false injured is insane" she carried the man easily parting the crowd with her large stature.

Soren hurried behind her "how many dead?"

"So far, it's gone over a hundred, Escell thinks it'll begin to slow down".

"Where is he?"

"Where do you think" Clen responded as they squeezed through the palace doors, she turned towards the ball room with the man over her shoulder.