Drakonis

The End

Her hands trembled as they pressed against the earth, pushing her battered body off the ground. The pain in her back was sharp, but it was nothing compared to the searing fury that now coursed through her veins. She could feel the blood soaking through her clothes, but the physical wound was insignificant compared to the gaping hole in her heart.

Her children—her beautiful boys—were gone, their lives snuffed out before her very eyes. And standing above her, with a look of twisted satisfaction, was the one responsible.

Thalia's vision tunneled, narrowing to the figure in front of her, the woman who had taken everything from her. Every ounce of pain, every drop of blood, every tear she had shed—it all came roaring back as raw, undiluted hatred.

With a guttural scream, Thalia launched herself at Halle, her movements fueled by nothing but rage. The world blurred as she attacked, her spear slashing through the air with ferocious speed. Halle barely had time to react, her smug expression slipping into one of shock as Thalia's weapon struck her arm, drawing blood.

"You will pay for this!" Thalia's voice was no longer her own, twisted into something wild and unrecognizable. Her blows came fast and relentless, each one driven by the overwhelming need to destroy the person who had caused her so much pain.

Halle stumbled back, desperately trying to block Thalia's strikes, but the force of Thalia's fury was too much. The ground beneath them became a chaotic mess of flying dirt and splintered wood as they clashed, each hit a manifestation of Thalia's heartbreak and loss.

"Is this what you wanted?" Thalia's voice was a snarl of rage as she fought Halle, each word punctuated by the brutal force of her attacks. "You took them from me! You killed my children! You took our friends! Chris, Michelle, Ava, Jake!"

Halle's eyes widened in panic as she struggled to keep up with Thalia's relentless assault. Each name Thalia mentioned was a dagger to Halle's heart, fueling the other woman's fury and driving her attacks with an intensity that was almost frenzied. Halle's sword whistled through the air, deflecting Thalia's blows but barely managing to keep her at bay.

"No, you did that!" Halle shouted back, her voice rising with her own seething anger. "You joined their side and left us! You betrayed everything we once fought for!"

The words hung in the air, charged with the weight of old grievances and the bitter fallout of their past. Halle's fury was palpable, her every movement now driven by a desperate need to defend herself. Her knife cut Thalia deep in the side as she groaned in pain. But she stood up strong not giving up.

Just as Thalia was about to land another devastating blow, the sounds of the battlefield grew louder. The roar of engines and the pounding of footsteps approached, cutting through the chaos. Thalia's vision blurred with tears and anger, but she was dimly aware of someone running toward her.

"Thalia!" The voice was urgent, filled with desperation and fear. It was Vorian, his face pale and stricken with anguish as he pushed through the wreckage and debris, moving with a determined speed despite the pain of his injuries.

Vorian's heart ached as he saw his wife, her fierce rage still evident, but now mingled with a devastating grief. Her children were gone, their bodies strewn across the battlefield, and the sight of her fighting with such unrestrained fury was both heartbreaking and terrifying. He had to reach her, had to get her away from Halle before it was too late.

He barreled through the smoke and flames, ignoring the pain in his side and the cries of the wounded around him. The world seemed to blur as he navigated the battlefield, but his focus was solely on Thalia. His hands were shaking as he gripped his sword, his mind racing with the need to save his wife.

He surged forward, his sword swinging in a wide arc. Halle barely had time to react, her sword clashing with Vorian's in a shower of sparks. The force of the impact pushed Halle back, giving Thalia a moment's reprieve.

"Thalia, we need to get out of here!" Vorian shouted, his voice desperate as he fought to keep Halle at bay. "You're wounded. We have to get out of here!"

Thalia's gaze was locked on Halle, her face a mask of fury and sorrow. "No! She has to pay for what she's done!"

But Vorian's voice broke through her rage. "Look around you! We're outnumbered. We can't stay here. If we don't leave now, we'll all be lost!"

The words cut through Thalia's anger like a cold wind. She looked around, her eyes finally registering the full scale of the destruction and the overwhelming number of enemies still pressing forward. Her strength was waning, her body protesting against the exertion, and the reality of their situation began to sink in.

"She killed them" Thalia screamed her body trembling as reality came back down on her

With a final, anguished scream, Thalia wrenched her spear free from Halle's side, her eyes locking onto Vorian's. She could see the pain and determination in his gaze, and it was a stark reminder of the family they had left to protect.

"Alright," Thalia gasped, her voice trembling with a mix of rage and exhaustion. "Let's get out of here."

Halle's face twisted into a snarl of frustration as she tried to recover, but Vorian's relentless assault kept her from advancing. Thalia stumbled back, her wounds throbbing painfully as she followed Vorian's lead, the need for survival finally overriding her desire for vengeance.

Vorian grabbed Thalia's arm, his grip firm but gentle as he guided her away from the battle. "We'll come back for her," he promised, his voice a low growl. "But right now, we need to get you to a doctor."

As they fought their way through the smoke and chaos, the battlefield seemed to shift around them, the sounds of war becoming a distant roar. Thalia's heart was heavy with loss and her body battered, but there was a fierce determination in her eyes as she followed Vorian, their path a desperate escape from the destruction that had claimed so much of their lives.

Halle watched them go, her own anger and frustration mingling with the deep pain of her injuries. The battle was far from over, but the sight of Thalia and Vorian retreating marked a moment of unexpected defeat.