War Stories- Carnage
Staring in shock at the carnage that once was the Adelli Tribe's main village, she stood opened mouthed in absolute horror at the rivers of blood and broken bodies that lined the village's main road. Bodies littered the ground around where she stood.
No one had been spared.
People she recognised from her many trips to the Adelli's village lay dead at her feet. Friends, people she knew from the market, the Adelli elder who taught her to use the Air, and...her brother lived in this village!
She took a step forward, only to freeze in terror, as she heard a voice moan quietly, coming from one of the bodies. One she recognised.
Liomar.
One of her elder twin brothers.
"Oh stars! Lio?! I'm coming! Don't move!" She yelled, only receiving another moan of anguish from her brother.
Spotting a raised hand waving, she used the Air to fly above the carnage and landed next to him.
She was horrified by what she found.
He lay there, his body broken, bent in places it should not be. She ran the rest of the way over to him, trying valiantly to ignore the sounds of her boots splashing in the puddles of blood that were everywhere.
"Lio? Oh, stars! This is all my fault!" She cried, finally reaching him.
He quietly let out a choked laugh, before he started to cough up blood. "..blame Lor-Lord Ventanarii... not yourself. I love you...and Obvr-Obvrak....my family...." he whispered, before his eyes grew glassy and pale.
Liomar was gone.
And it was her fault. It was her fault, regardless of what her brother said. None of this would have happened had she not started the trade agreement process.
Her fault. That was the only thing going through Dellaz' head. She sat, couched down in the puddle of her brother's blood, numb to the world.
That is how Obvrak and the 6 elders of the remaining tribes found her hours later.
She snapped out of her numbness when Obvrak, Liomar's twin, let out the most pained scream of heartbreak she, and the elders, had ever heard. It broke through her pain and she felt the anguish in her bones.
The howl of pure anguish that Obvrak let out made her tremble in her boots.
"Obi....I came too late...I failed...he's..." Dellaz tried to say through her tears, as Obvrak fell to his knees next to her.
Numbly, he held his younger sister, as they mourned their brother.
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War Stories
Science-FictionThe Ventanarii, a race of highly developed warriors against the peaceful Navanax, a race of elementals. When young Dellaz Zuul watches as a trade agreement between her people, the Navanax, and the bloodthirsty Ventanarii goes sour, she stands in the...
