Teleion walked out of the captains tent with tears staining his eyes as he walks towards the campfire. He looks over there wary faces. Erris begins to speak.
"So what did the Captain need?"
"Some of her rangers reported that they cleared out our village of trolls and the survivors are coming here"
"How many survived?" Asks Matis
"200..."
No one replies. Teleion hears Alinne start to cry. Ma'thas wraps his arm around around her frail frame trying to comfort her. Erris stands up from his seat and walks away from the campfire. They all look at the campfire being wiped around from the gust.
--------
A ranger comes and shows them to a tent they will be staying in for the night. They thank him and start to settle in. There were only 4 beds which they let the girls sleep in and decide to let Matis sleep in saying he was the youngest.
Teleion keeps awake for most of the night. He picks at the dirt that is under his finger nails and tries to scratch mud off of his robe. His mind racing with all the events that happened, all the people that had been killed. He finally drifts off to sleep with those final thoughts in his head.
--------
"Teleion!"
Teleion bolts awake to his name being called. Matis stands over him with a small grin on his face.
"Teleion there here, the survivors from our village"
He stands up and runs outside of the tent. There stood
YOU ARE READING
Sin'Alah
Fiksi PenggemarYoung Teleion Redfury, At only the young age of 30 he is raised to be a priest. A young prodigy of the church is taught in the ways of the holy light. He fears no shadow while the light is with him. He is born in times of trouble though for her must...
