The Legend of Fanaura : Cursed

Chapter 7 - A Kiss (Eireen)

-18 years ago, just in the second year of the great war-

"Dodge!" Jace shouted, alarming Eireen of the upcoming assault. It was a second too late for her to back away, she slipped and fell down while staring at the flying flame flung at her; ready to accept her death. Jace rushed to stand between her and the flames; shielding her.

The sound of the fiery bullets hitting his body was deafening, combined by his groan of pain. He managed to conjure a shield right before they reached him but it only lessens the damage to 50 percent; he still got hurt pretty badly.

"Jace!" Amiera Llana, princes of Marama kingdom also Jace's fiance quickly chant Holy Light to heal his wound, while Lyall Ursa, Jace's older brother, and Dietra Stilla his wife were fending of Arcdiu one of the magical Beast from Blazing City dungeon.

"I TOLD YOU TO DODGE!" yelled Jace between his grunts of pain.

"I am sorry, I am too slow," quickly Eireen stuttering an apology. Her lips trembled between shocked and terrified.

"Tssk, we'll talk about this later, " he stood up and flexed his body; ready to continue the battle, "stand back, just-- don't do anything."

Amiera gazed at Eireen with her dark jade eyes and gave her a quick cold smile, "you heard him, don't worry, we got this."

Eireen sheathed her Katar - a pair of short, wide, triangular blade. Its handle was made up of two parallel bars connected by two or more cross-pieces, one of which is at the end of the sidebars and was fastened to the blade- and stepped back while contemplating how much hell she would get later from Jace. She just couldn't understand why he even picked her to be in the special squad. A small group of elites that he had gathered to prepare for the final battle against Goddess Calliea's troops.

It was still fresh in her memory the first day Jace introduced her to the team. All eyes were on her; evaluating, sizing her up. It was rare for him to actually pick someone from the commoners, most of the elites were from well... elites. People who were born noble or at least had a high rank and skill in the military. So they were expecting something special from her, in which she had been failing to deliver.

The fact Jace had been personally training her, didn't make her situation any better either. Glares of envy and clicking of tongues followed her every move, some even snickered and mocked her when she made mistake by mistake. Under those pressured times, she quietly wished someone she could actually call as a friend. Amierra was nice to her in the beginning until the rumors of Eireen being Jace's possible mistress reached her. She started to give her a cold shoulder, despite how much she tried to explain that there was nothing going on between her and Jace.

-Snap!- a playful slap on the back of her head pulled her out from her reverie.

"Did you pay attention to the battle at least?" Jace scrutinizing her. They have finished dealing with Arcdiu, the magical beast had run away and somehow they decided to not chase it.

".... Err y-yes...," Eireen stammered; guilty as charged.

Jace made a face and let out a long heavy sigh, "What should I do with you? I told you to stay back, not to daydream!"

"I-I am sorry.... I..."

Her words were cut off by his stern gaze, she gulped hard.

"Don't be too hard on her, Jace. It is her first time joining the group mission, " Lyall mirthfully calming Jace down, "though I don't really understand why you insisted on taking her with us from the first place."