* The ending is a bit of a cliffhanger, but rest assured when I say that next chapter is definitely the action scene. Been busy with work, but hoping that I can finish this story before winter. Hope everyone enjoys reading and be sure to like and leave comments with your thoughts down below! Good luck to everyone starting school again and hope you've all had a great summer!
Note: This chapter is unedited; editor is on holiday.
Delira turned to the young woman once again, her face looking a little calmer. "Take me to the rest of the injured, and ensure that all people who can do so put out the fires. We can't have the damage spreading."
The young woman nodded and hurried away, her face looking paler than ever.
The mentor turned to Rima, then, and said gravely, "You should find your friends."
"No, I should help—"
Delira shook her head with a small smile. "You can do that after you have found the others. The Prophecy can't be fulfilled unless the Guardians ensure that what is to happen happens."
Rima swallowed. So Protectors aren't necessary to fulfill...?
The mentor walked over to her dragonhawk Úldan and began to lift the stone crushing the injured dragonhawk's wing.
Rima hurried through the village, her heart pounding within her chest. She heard a screech above her and saw Shaheen soaring towards her.
"Rima?"
She looked back in front and a wave of relief swept over her at the sight of her Protector sprinting towards her. They embraced when they were close enough, tightly.
"Thank the deities you're okay," he whispered.
She relished the feeling of safeness that his muscular, warm body seemed to exude and hugged him a little tighter. He pulled away, his brows knitted.
"You are okay, right?" Alistair asked, running his hands up and down her arms and looking her over. "You're not hurt, are you?"
Rima shook her head and proceeded to run her hands over his firm, muscled body in search for wounds. "Are you?"
He smiled and kissed her forehead. "I wouldn't have been able to run to you if I was severely injured."
She kept her hands on his chest and sighed. "Do you think we made the right choice? For the Prophecy?"
"We're not denying responsibility," Alistair murmured as he embraced her again, burying his face into her neck. "But the best thing we can do now is help out in this war. If we can change the tides in our favor by a little bit, then we have a chance."
"I know." Rima nuzzled into his chest with a sigh. "I just never realized that making this choice would cause so much destruction and... death."
"Okay, then we'll do fantastically well in the battle and make sure this never happens again. Besides, remember the other choice? It mentioned something about an 'everlasting cycle of bloodshed.' That sounds like it would've resulted in a lot more innocent deaths in the long-run."
She nodded; he had a good point.
"Have you found Laurel, Shan and Caleb?"
"Yeah. They're all fine too; they're helping with the cleanup now. Come on." Alistair wrapped his hand around hers and swiftly walked to the center of the village, where their tents had been.
Soon enough, Rima saw the others: Shan and Caleb were moving the wreckage aside to a pile, and Laurel was healing a number of injured people. The healer looked up and gave them a wide smile. She turned to the man she was helping and murmured something, who nodded, before standing.
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Guardians of the Prophecy
FantasyOn her eighteenth birthday, Rima left her hometown to embark on a journey, as prophesized by two people. She is one of the Three Guardians chosen to protect a mythical source of magic in her world... magic that has been rumored to have the ability...
