Suzerain

Arc System. Chapter-4 " Monsters Milord, Monsters"

I feel so cold. This chill unlike any other, I only felt it one other time when my Uncle died like my brain was trying to understand it but it just couldn't compute the reality of the situation and I simply didn't know how to respond. But that's how I feel now, it not on my skin but deep within me, is this apathy, or is this some form a psychological relief, or has my heart given up on me and I've died from the massive douche of tonnes of stress that hit me only a few moments ago.

Is this what death feels like? I don't want this. There it is again, my old friend, fear.

But is something else, something warm, on my shoulder there is something caressing me.

The warmth went to my face," ...ilord..." It was faint, but I'm sure of it, it was a voice. 

"Milord?"

There was genuine concern in that voice, the warmth on my face urged me to open my eyes, but fear held it sealed shut. 

"Milord?"

There it was again. Ever growing louder, it called.

"Milord, Milord!"

Was it me the voice called too? I am not a lord, I can't be me...right?

"Milord?"

The warmth left me after a while, and for a time I didn't hear that voice, I knew it wasn't real but I wanted to feel it some more. As if answering my prays, I felt the warmth wrap around me and the long lost feeling of weightlessness. Am I in the water?

This causes me to open my eyes, and what greets me is not the liquid blue yonder overhead highlighted by the piercing white rays of moonlight, but an entirely different type of beauty that made me warm and befuddled.

I am in the arms of a shining knight in armour, no really a woman clad in shining black and blood red armour, I can tell by the double humps in her chest piece. Her face wasn't too delicate, she had the makings of a tomboy, short black Arabian hair no makeup and doesn't really care to get some scratches on her face and some muscle on her body, yet still, retain her feminine lustre. Her strong arms held me up, she looked more like a pretty boy than a girl, if she had a flatter chest she would definitely be passed off as a pretty boy. Her worry full gaze lost on me, her sandy blond eyes scoured me for scratches and bumps.

Tears flowed from my eyes, it was slowly at first and I tried holding it back but, the waterworks went full flush and I wailed and cried like a little girl, I buried my face in her arms in embarrassment and my loud cries dampened by her armour. She gripped me closer.

"Shideh, handle the body of the woman and the property, I shall carry Lord Varian to the castle."

The knight barked orders to another knight behind her, this on look exactly like her excepting with a ponytail. The second knight draped the bed sheet over Narissa after closing her eyes, then the second Knight rest a hand on her and black fire instantly erupted and burned her.

I glimpsed around the room in my sorry state and from my height I can see those green monsters, dead and there scattered carcases are littered all over the room, sliced up like they were put through a blender. I felt my conscience sleeping again and had enough time to study the second knight while he conjured flames to burn the house, on one side of the second Knights' waist was a sheathed scimitar and in the hand that wasn't conjuring flames was the blade for the second scabbard. A fearsome black scimitar with red strips, it could have been my mind playing tricks on me but I could swear that the red strips pulsed like a heartbeat and I could hear slurping sounds as wet blood was sucked into the blade.

But darkness overcame me and my tired eyes didn't open after I blinked.