The Dreaming Land

Chapter 11: The Prophecy

Orius limped towards Imara, who was hunched over the dead Kazimir, still driving her daggers into her even though her rage had clearly faded by now. His leg killed, though thankfully the arrow had missed the bone. He'd be fine once the they got it removed. Imara, on the other hand, wouldn't be unless she got a grip on reality, and fast.

"Imara, it's over." Orius called out to her.

She didn't respond.

"You need to stop, Imara..." Orius said, "Please."

Accidentally, he put pressure on his bad leg and tripped, falling to the ground. Seething in pain he looked up at her, then over to Quintir. Misha was watching silently, his hand around her mouth. She didn't look horrified, or shocked. Calmly she moved Quintir's hand and started walking towards Imara. Without saying a word Misha knelt down next to her and wrapped her arms around Imara. She kept driving her daggers into Kazimir's body still.

"Thank you." Misha whispered.

Imara froze, her hand raised above her ready to stab. She let her arm fall to her side, letting the dagger go. Tears began to roll down her face, and then she began to cry. Softly at first, but quickly it became heavier. She embraced Misha.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She said between sobs.

"It's okay." Misha said.

"I couldn't take it anymore, knowing what she had done to you." Imara said, "I can't imagine what she put you through. I couldn't imagine having my family taken from me by someone like that. I... I've never killed anyone, but I had to do it... She had to die for what she did to you!"

"You're okay now." Misha whispered.

"I'm so sorry..." She said, unable to hold back the tears any more, "I'm sorry you had to see that."

"Really, it's fine." Misha said, "I'm kind of glad she's dead."

"But why? She asked.

"What's done is done," Misha said, leaning back to look her in the eyes, "watching you do this made me realize that. Nothing can bring back my family or my home town. Really, I'm just glad I'm here with all of you, and that you care so much about me. What she did to me and my family can't be changed, but you made her pay for what she'd done."

"Please forgive me." Imara sobbed, gripping her.

"I do." Misha smiled, helping her up and leading away from the bloody scene.

Quintir walked over to where Orius lay on the ground. Blood dripped slowly from his leg, but he seemed to be ignoring it, watching the other two and what Imara had done. He'd killed many people before, and it felt like nothing to him. She felt the weight of her choice, and she'd have to carry it with her for the rest of her life. Hopefully she knew, if not now then in time, that she'd made the right choice.

"This doesn't look too bad." Quintir said, kneeling down to examine his wound.

"Hurts like a bitch, but I can manage." Orius said.

"Let me take care of it for you." He said, pulling a medical kit from his pack.

"You know medicine?" Orius asked, surprised.

"A little bit." Quintir nodded, "Most priests of the temples are also trained doctors. I learned quite a bit during my studies from many different priests. I never though the knowledge would come in handy, though."

Using a knife, Quintir cut off the arrow head where it stuck out on the other side of his leg. Then he gave Orius a piece of cloth to bite down. This was going to hurt. As quick as he could, Quintir pulled the arrow free. Orius seethed in pain, biting down as heard as he could. Blood started to rush from the wound, so he quickly started to dress it, applying pressure to stop the bleeding.