Enna is a Land God: Book 1

Acceptance

I rushed to the rail, afraid for Brixie and Brax's two faithful guardsmen. I watched, relived, as Ozzie rushed forward to embrace his mother from behind. She had been kneeling on the ground where Oren was sprawled out. I saw that Brixie had been in the process of wrapping the man's leg in a white bandage. She reached up. patting her son's arm, looking drained but very relived.

I held back a cry, weather from relief or repressed panic, I was not completely sure, but I wasted no time rushing past the others on the platform to go see her with my own eyes. I jumped the last two steps, dropping my bow as I did, and rushed to the Elder's daughter.

"Brixie..." I said, in a rather strained voice.

"I am fine Lady Enna." She said, eyes wet. "Ozzie, really, I am fine. You can let go."

He son did not seem to hear. That, or he ignored her, as he just kept half strangling her.

"No worries." Drawled Oren, causing my eyes to jump to him. he was pale, and it was still odd to see a human face on the man, but he wore a wiry smile. "I am fine. Not dying or anything."

I chuckled slightly, feeling the tears right on the edge. "I am glad." I said, rubbing my eyes. "Need help getting to Zix?"

"Not to worry, Lady Enna." Said a deep voice, and I turned to see another foxmen approach. The voice was familiar but as the face was now devoid of muzzle or fur, it was not so easy to place. "I'll take him. You rest."

"Rest..." I grumbled as the rather burly- for a foxmen- man hefted Oren's arm up over his shoulder and began carrying the fighter toward Zix and her hut of healers. They would be very busy today...

I decided to let Ozzie and Brixie have their moment. I'm sure they needed it. Instead I wandered toward the gate. I wasn't really sure why: perhaps morbid curiosity? But I did not get that far as I nearly stumbled over something. 

Looking down, I was horrified to see that I had just stepped on a dead goblin, and my feet were currently in a pool of his blood. I stumbled back a step when a literal shiver ran over my entire body. The next second I was doubled over, dry heaving. Apparently 'no normal bodily functions' also meant I did not vomit. I guess that made sense... At this point I rather doubted I even had a stomach and the food I consumed just evaporated into energy when I swallowed it.

Shaking, I glanced again at the deceased goblin. It was then that I saw the arrow in its obliterated eye and I knew that it had been, me, who had killed this man. Me.

I gasped and felt dizzy, weak in the knees. I killed a man- this man! maybe many men...

Just as the emotions were about to erupt, I heard another commotion. Break down halted.

Swallowing back non-existent vomit, I straightened up and saw that Draxly, and several other of the foxes, were ranging the last of a group of goblins to the ground, tying the goblins, hand and foot. Anxious, and more then a little curious, I went to go see the happenings. I needed something to distract me.

"Hold it girly." Grumbled a familiar voice, followed by a hand on my hip that made me jump. "there is nothing over there that you need to worry yourself over right now."

It was Zix. Her hair was out of its neat bun and now was a rather frazzled mess, and her once clean grey-ish/pink robe, was now heavily stained in crimson blood. Even her once immaculate fur was stained pink where the blood could not be fully washed out. But her eyes were what held my gaze at the moment... She stood tall and straight-backed and her eyes reflected that. Stoney and determined. But there was also a great amount of remorse and pain in them. How many friends had she lost today?