Revenge| Book 6| A novel in the Blue Moon series| An Avengers fan fiction series |

47- Charge

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I highly suggest listening to "Remember" by Josh Groban at the end, for maximum feels.

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Chapter 47: Charge

This is it.

The sun rises on this side of Fletohein first, sending rays pouring over the river rocks. I am awake before the sun, though, and walk through the halls of the caves, with nothing but the fire on my fingers to guide me.

I know most everyone is awake too, but I don't go looking for them. I want to spend my potentially last hours as a sane as possible. Because even if I do survive this battle, which isn't particularly likely, then the horror and the bloodshed I'm sure I'll see might drive me into insanity.

How can all these years boil down to one day? How can it come down to a small set of hours?

But I suppose if it's going to be heartbreaking, painful, and bloody, it might as well go quickly.

My head pounding, I climb the western side of Fletohein, concentrating on where I put my feet instead of where I put my thoughts. There is a strong wind today, which is favorable for our plan, but the clouds are thick in the horizon, and rain could put a damper on the entire thing. Loki can control the weather at some part, but then again, so can Neidra probably. I only hope she is too busy to make it rain.

Usually when I climb Fletohein, it is on the east side, looking out to the mountains and a long, long ways away, the ocean. But on this side, I see nothing but trees. In the distance are lit fires from Neidra's camp. Only thousands of feet away is the woman I hate the most in the world, planning with her wicked son how to kill those I love.

With a short shriek, I pull out Kiahriah and hold it up to the sky. Rivers of gold run through the blade.

If only the thing were in Neidra's heart right now.

I hear footsteps behind me, and know who it is even before Loki puts his hand on my shoulder.

I take a deep breath. "I would really rather you not say anything comforting. No matter how comforting you sound, I think the screams and the dying will sort of trump it."

"As long as the screams and the dying are not yours," says Loki. "For years, I have done nothing but try to protect you. It is why I hid your heritage from you, and it is why I was so harsh to you when I did find you again. But now, I can't protect you anymore. You have grown up, and only you can protect yourself now."

"And who's going to protect you when you try to kill Neidra?" I demand. "Who's going to protect Videl when he loses his mind trying to rip Caomh apart? Who's going to protect Jack or Angelique or Eala or Kyle or anyone? Who's going to protect Dean and Victoire when everyone is out fighting Neidra?"

"We'll all protect each other, if we can," says Loki. "But every man and every woman I am placing on that battlefield is not there because I pity their desire to kill Neidra. It is because they belong there. They have the capability to protect themselves and the ones they love. As for Dean and Victoire, Eala and I have put a powerful spell around them, and Emmaline has agreed to watch over them. Her body is not yet completely healed from childbirth, yet she knows how to yield a sword."