Misadventures Of Two Lost Souls

Chapter 11: Death Follows

That bleary morning, the sky covered in too many clouds to let barely any sunlight to go through, The Citadel woke up with alarms. 

Almost all of the troops headed to the large tall walls that surrounded and protected the city, as the rest helped evacuate the ones living closest to the murals in case... well, this was war.

Sir Gerald Lightseeker, leader of the Holy Knights, was also the one commanding.

This was the first time Hyaci and Alric would have such a large scale fight and... safe to say, they were terrified. They hearts beating loudly in their chests, they feared for the short lives they had had.

They wanted to live, man. To keep breathing, to keep becoming better and more powerful. To find what else the world had to offer. To maybe... feel happiness again.

Unfortunately enough, to experience so, they had to fight today, and live to tell the tale.

Would they?

Only Selvione, beautiful keeper of time, would tell.

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A mighty roar came from the first rows of soldiers, standing first against the fearsome creatures of the dark. And with that, it began.

Oh, I should probably explain what they were against. On the ground, thousands of orcs carrying their heavy mallets and bull-like creatures towered on the battleground. On the sky, dragon-like gargoyles with sharp stone claws. In the distance, heavy footsteps made the ground shake as they got louder and louder.

Red eyes were behind the troops, maliciously grinning at the prospect of victory.

Only a second after their battle cry, blood was already spilt. It seemed neither side was hoping for a peaceful arrangement.

Alric glanced at Hyaci, who was focusing straight ahead. His head snapped forward as well, and then, they were running into the fray.

"For Ydrasil!", "For The Citadel!", several of the soldiers cried as they fought, searching victory in honour of something or someone. What were Hyaci and Alric fighting for?

Hyaci ran in with a heavy sword in her grasp. She swooped in front of an orc who was just about to smash one of the soldiers down. She pushed with her sword upwards, defending this terrified human, and deflecting the mallet with seeming ease.

Her enemy growled, clearly upset at the lack of satisfaction that comes from dying screams. It swung his free hand at her, but the distraction was enough for Alric to carve through the back of its knees, and the back of its skull as it fell.

They had no time to exchange words as they moved quickly through the battlefield to aid other fighters. Alric would distract them and quickly move out of the way of incoming attacks, magical or physical, and Hyaci would take those windows to strike down.

It wasn't until several minutes of this when things worsened, and everything started going downfall.

They had been separated, Alric being cornered by two tall orcs he had been leading away, but with Hyaci not on sight, he was being overwhelmed. One of them managed to get a grip on him and slammed his body into the ground, and his gasp was stronger than the painful scream as the air was knocked out of his lungs forcefully.