After their decisive victory over Orinovo, Lys-Akkaria's army crosses the border to take back territory that used to be theirs. With the combined forces of a lightweaver and shadowforger, Orinovo doesn't stand a chance.
In spite of their newfound a...
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Ainreth gritted his teeth, sweat running down his forehead as he raised his hands to the sun, pulling at the beams of light it produced.
He had been training constantly since people had started getting killed. He couldn't believe they'd gotten here, but they had, and so he had to do his best to protect them.
Pulling in the sun's rays, he formed as spear from them, sending it flying at a nearby tree, wavering a bit with exhaustion as he watched the light sear through the wood, burning a hole through the tree.
Ainreth sat down in the grass for a bit, catching his breath. He didn't tend to use the light from the sun directly, instead preferring to use the light scattered all around him.
The sun brought with it...unpleasant memories. It made his hands shake just remembering how he'd burned everyone that day.
Ain shivered. He could hurt people a lot with the light around him, but not burning a crowd of soldiers to a crisp. Not in an instant.
But no matter how much he wanted to keep letting his fear and guilt hold him back, he and his rebels didn't stand much of a chance unless he did the difficult thing and pushed through.
Maybe they'd been a bit too eager to send that letter to tell the Courtiers—most Varilik—off after that idiot Tyr-Ethas declared war on them, but it was too late to take that back.
Ainreth stood by every word in that letter, but it could be seen as provocation. They'd had people from the Lys-Akkaria army desert and join their ranks, but the majority was still loyal to the Court. And if mostly armored civilians stood against professional soldiers, it was bound to be messy.
It made Ainreth sick to his stomach to imagine how many people might die as a result of this. Lys-Akkaria would no doubt call more of their soldiers home to defend the country from the rebels now.
And even if they could defeat the soldiers, so many people would die either way, just on the other side. But they were all Lys-Akkarians. And these were soldiers, just following orders for the most part. It would be tragedy either way.
Not to mention that Orinovo might use whatever result this infighting might cause to their advantage, but Ain refused to think about any of that.
All he would do is fight through his mixed feelings and try to prepare as best he can.
He wished the sun would help him make people invisible better, but unfortunately that played no role in it. He had to bend light around objects he wanted to disappear, so it was irrelevant.
But he was making strides there as well. And he had an idea as to how to use said invisibility as a battle strategy. He just needed to be better at it than ever before. Which was easier said than done, but he had to try.
He got up, once again he pulling in the sun's light, forming a painfully brightly glowing arrow which he then threw at the same tree as before, cutting it in half that time. Ainreth watched it fall, humming. He'd really rather not do this to a person.
