The Old Gods

Alive Forever

The blood covered her face, making her eyes blind within the sight of revenge she longed for, more than anything, feeling the human inside of her decomposing due to unbearable sorrow that was entering her broken heart. Ignoring the pain, fear, ignoring the danger that was surrounding her, Zorya howled at her enemies cutting them one by one, there was no hint of compassion inside of her merciless eyes.

"Darius!" Zorya yelled, as his name became a battle scream. Zorya could not find him on the battlefield and she knew, that if she lost him and ended up all alone, she would crumble, she would never be able to move on.

But this is a war.

Brothers die, friends as well, and lovers might never come back because there wasn't anything else, more cruel on this world then the war because it wasn't created by the Gods, but by the wicked humans, who won't be happy until they end up killing everyone in the world.

Zorya felt her strength betraying her, but she didn't want to end her fight, with every life she took away, she felt more angry, almost praying for Morena, cold goddess of winter to freeze out all her feelings, and allow her to simply become a weapon.

"Come here! Fight me!" Zorya screamed at the cold-eyed Earl that killed her wolf, wanting to taste the revenge, Zorya strike him with her axe.

The man was almost twice as big as her, and as twice as stronger, but Zorya, she was faster, and she wanted to use her speed as her biggest advantage, even with a wounded leg, she was already used to the pain, so she hopped it won't slow her down.

"Where is your Queen?" Darius asked one of the soldiers, hopping that he will finally earn his answer. With his eyes, he could not find her within the mass of soldiers.

"Brother!" Jonah yelled at Darius after seeing Zorya trying to take on the Earl.

"Take me to her now!!!" Darius ordered.

"Follow me." Avram said.

Together, the tree of the brothers, made their way through the death, to the Queen, that was rushing to her own doom, in the fight where she was too wounded to win, too slow, what she was doing was a suicide considering the condition she was in.

"Take her from the battlefield." Darius ordered his brothers.

"Darius..." Jonah tried cutting him of.

"Do as I say!" Darius yelled.

Both, Avram and Jonah suddenly found themselves grabbing Zorya and trying to take her away from the fight, she was not capable of seeing anymore bloodshed today, she was not capable of fighting anymore.

"Let me go! I want his head!" Zorya screamed trying to kick the two of them away from her.

"And you shall have it my Queen." Darius said to her.

Kreshnik was nowhere to be seen, so he understood what happened.

"I am sorry, but you harm my Queen, so I must bring her your head." Darius said to the Earl.

"Come and take it, you blind idiot!" Earl answered, before their weapon meet in the dangerous fight for something that was so much bigger than the honor itself.

In the dark and cold room, filled with fear of the woman, children and old man who could not participate in the battle, Zorya was taken inside by the two of the brothers, as her legs and arms were shaking with rage and emotions she could not disown no matter what she done.

The Queen walked among the people holding her head up high and the bloody weapon in her hand. Zorya refused any help, as she walked over to her throne and sat down closing her eyes for a moment.