Red Water

I stopped at the bottom of the staircase at a grunt that came from the window. The bombs seemed to stop and I felt my connection fizz. There was someone on the castle wall. My fingers twitched as I felt more, I counted; one, two, three... there were more than a dozen climbing straight up the castle wall. I paused in shock and then my rage came. My people, my kin, my enemy lay on the other side of the castle wall. My fingers curled into fists. Eyes flashing, I uncurled my fingers and grabbed the weapon that lay on my back. I shook the rod and it popped into a bow, springing a bow out.

I began to count backwards- 14, 13, 12, 11, 10.

I knocked every arrow with a burning rage deep in my soul- 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2.

My ears rung as I watched the remaining soldiers fall with an arrow in their chest. One.