Can A Clone Feel? (A She-Ra Fanfiction) (On Hiatus)

Of Flames And Enemy Blood

3rd POV

Fire licked at the wooden beams in the castle of Aurea, the fiery tongue enveloped many things. Houses, food carts in the streets, even people.

Legions of Horde soldiers trampled scattered debris, shooting at anything that moved. But this is only the beginning of a story, and so this story had latched his viewpoint onto the most unsuspecting victim. Mercy McGee, the smithy's daughter.

Mercy McGee was small, not only in stature but in age. At this fiery time, Mercy was only three, a toddler. A toddler that was being clutched in the arms of her Mother.

There was smoke in the smith shop, not the usual smoke. This smoke was thick and smothering. Mr. McGee had barred the entrance and was trying his best to open the trap door, hidden under a bed. He gritted his teeth and growled, as the latch broke open, and the smoke pushed upward, away from the new flow of cool air.

Mr. McGee looked towards his wife wildly, black eyes locking onto her, huddled in her mother's arms.

"Ilya, hurry." He spoke softly to his wife, even in the dire setting that sat in.

"It's no use Fenris. I can't walk." Ilya choked on a sob.

Her right leg was burned, oozing blood and the smell of burnt flesh wafted up in the air. Fenris knelt next to her, sliding his hands under her legs and she cried out as he hoisted her into his arms.

"It's alright Ilya." He cooed softly.

Even though this meant that his chances of getting away were lessened, he carried his wife down the small wooden steps into the tunnel that resided under the house. Most families had this escape tunnel, leading off in various directions.

Fenris carried his wife through the tunnel, the small girl wailing shrilly.

"It's Alright... It's alright." Ilya whispered, unable to keep her eyes open for too long, the pain of her burn was getting to her head.

There was a splintering crash and the tunnel shook. Fenris could not see back through the tunnel, but he could hear. He heard voices, echoing off the walls in the tunnel. The Horde was in his tunnel.

Fenris started off again, trying to run as hard as he could with the two girls in his arms. Mercy was small, but she could sense the fear wafting off her father, she could almost smell it, a rancid stink of emotion that she hated.

The tunnel went on for a quarter of a mile, the end was in sight. The voices were growing louder by the second. The cool mountain air washed over them, as Fenris burst from the tunnel. He had no time to block up the entrance, he could only run.

The mountain was covered in day old snow, loud and icy under boot. Fenris wrapped his arms tighter around Ilya and Mercy. Just a few more miles and they would be at the Sirin river, a river they could cross, and the Horde could not. Not because of the distance, not because of some spell over the river, but the wolves of Valor Cliffs.

Fenris was making good time, running hard, he could see the river, and even a shape in the distance.

The Wolves of Valor Cliffs were massive, reaching eight feet tall, pure muscle and savage instinct, but the wolves of Valor Cliffs knew Fenris, they had once had to part with Fenris when he fell in love with Ilya, the wolf singer. And the wolf that stood on the edge of the Sirin river, was no stranger to Fenris.

Fenris could tell by the shouting of the soldiers behind him that they were close; just as he could tell, by the look in the wolf's eye, that they were closer than he thought.

Mercy looked up from her mother's arms and saw the massive wolf. It's white and grey fur moved in the wind, and its round brown eyes were wide and full of fear. The fear seemed to reflect Mercy's own and that was engrossing to her small mind. The Opia was heavy in her head as the wolf met her eyes just as a shot was fired.

Fenris gasped. A short abrupt sound, one that woke Ilya from her drowsy state.

"Fenris!" She cried, unable to do anything but shake in fear as Fenris fell to his knees, the edge of the water was so close.

There was a rush of air as the white and grey wolf, jumped the river, his body propelling through the air, charging the small team of soldiers. There were shouts as they saw the abnormal size of the beast, and there was save snarling and the sound of tearing flesh. Mercy's head jerked up from the snow, her lips blue and her eyes locked onto the helmet that landed in the snow, a foot in front of her face.

It was torn in half, the metal pried open by sharp fangs, and was drenched in blood. Mercy was shaking in fear her black eyes wide as blood flowed through the snow and into the crystal waters of the thawing river before her. The blood of the soldiers, the blood of human beings, a blood that did not run in her veins...