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Chapter 22 Baileys POV

Chapter 22

I couldn’t move, my body was screaming at me, screaming in pain but I felt numb to it all. There was an eerie silence to the now demolished field, and I wondered if this was the result of the last battles here. But right now all I wanted most in this world was my Ben. My mind was boiling over trying to find him, to get to him. I could see him after a moment of searching, his blue plaid shirt was half on half off as he laid in the dirt bleeding. “Ben” I tried to yell, but my mouth wouldn’t move. My body was stabbed full of holes and my arm shattered. I had a stab wound to my leg and several to my torso and thighs.

After what felt like hours of trying, my arm finally responded and moved an inch. My body was broken, broken and bleeding. I could feel everything in my numb state, it made me weak. But I could feel him more, I could feel him searching for me, but he couldn't see me. I was so scared for him, I could feel his acceptance of death and I wasn’t going to let go. I was terrified I wouldn’t be able to get to him in time, my mind and heart were crying, though my body wouldn’t respond to it.

The battle had been worse then I could have imagined, nothing could have stopped them. I was glad at first when the dragons came, and so was Ben from what I saw. Once the knights began to attack that’s when the Elves came. Aveela and Elkro had managed to grab me when I lost Bens hand. I watched in horror as he slayed his way through the torrent of on comers, each a new deadly weapon just be breathing. They were merciless. I cried out as Ben got stabbed in the leg, not only because the man I loved had been stabbed but I could feel it. It was the most painful thing I had ever felt in my whole life.

I could see Trolls and Fey knights and a few Elves searching the grounds around me. I could see the royal Elves putting a few of the Fey and such into Iron chains, I could hear the Iron sizzling their skin as they yelled out in pain. I could see Elkro and Aveela searching for me and Ben, but I didn’t care, I wanted to get to Ben. I could hear my name being called on the wind, but I ignored it. I was glad though that they were safe, at least someone was.

As I lay there close to dead, I sensed a new found strength, I felt him again, his desperation to find me. I could do it, I would do it, I would get to him. My arms moved as bones snapped, my stomach constricted and my chest heaved in spasms as pain surged my body on levels I didn’t know existed. My body was fighting me, it wanted to die, just like the ones around me that gave their life for nothing, nothing. My life want worth this, no ones was. I forced my arms to move forward, my one unbroken leg came to my rescue, it pushed me further while the broken one with several stab wounds tried to hold me back. I was covered in blood, blood and mud. My blood, Bens blood, and every ones blood. My leg inched me closer as my arms cracked and protested the more I stretched, the more I inched further. I needed to get to him, I needed to save him. I needed my Ben.

It felt like hours of crawling in the mud and debris, I somehow managed to avoid the contact and notice of the patrols searching for survivors. The Fey, the Fey of all things, they came from no where, on our escape home chasing us through the woods to a trap. My Ben. Ben had come to the Fey realm to take me back, he came to save me, my hero. Now I needed to be his hero, I needed to save him.

My heart hurt beyond words, I could feel it pumping as hard as it could to force the blood to my wounds. But to no avail, all it did was make my blood drain faster and make me light headed. I couldn’t see the wounds, but I pushed away the pain. I pushed away the fear. I pushed away everything. I needed to get to him, I needed to stay calm. I was closer now, I could see him better. And what I seen made me cry harder as I took it in. I hadn’t realized I was crying until it came on faster. Blocking the sobs and pulling myself further and further along the mounds of corpses, over the dead, decaying bodies, I pulled as hard as I could. More bones broke, my ribs in agony as I dragged my torso along the ground, blood drained from my stab wounds but I didn’t care. My chest was caked with mud, trying to hold me down and suck me into the earth of death and blood.