Screams of terror could be heard all over the forest. A lot of people were scrambling like ants; holding small magic bags with their belongings inside. They're catching their breaths while running. Some of them are holding hands with their children or someone they hold dear. Their faces registered pure horror; countless people were weeping while the others' faces' is that one bearing pain—them with some injuries, small and even close to fatal. Their blood dripped on the rich soil, leaving a trail as they escaped from something.
One distinct feature of these people that one can say they do not belong to humanity are their prominent elfish like ears and the clothes they wear; some were white, for women, below the knee white dress with hints of gold threads and men—whose wearing a vest and breeches with hints of metallic blue adorning it.
Apart from the cries of people in anguish, the sound of rustling wind could also be heard as well as the loud clang of weapons clashing each other. The smell of burning wood and—even flesh made its way to the air; a combination of scent made from war where the rich earth will claim another body and the sky to take another soul.
"Don't give up! We must fight them! " A man wearing full clad armor raised his sword; coated in the blood of his enemies. But no matter how much he slays, it seems there's no ending.
Men adorning the same armor he had roared and raised their swords and shields. While the archers and mages wearing a green and violet robe respectively clang their bows and staffs with each other; as if making a toast of victory even with an unsure answer if they'll make it out alive the dreadful forest that was once their precious homes.
With that line up of mages was Aimee, their priced warrior and hero of the nymphs whose power can heal the injured and drain their enemies life force. She can also revive someone dead given that it didn't suffer any spiritual attack. Their enemies who keep on regenerating even if they kill them. Only if the ties that binds their souls can be broken is when they'll stop attacking. And only Aimee can do that, but also she is the enemy—the Djinbes—target.
"Kill all of them but leave that mage alive! " One of the enemies bellowed—who apart from the other soldiers were still breathing and alive—and their commander.
He was pointing his hand to one of the mages. The mage with a striking silver hair tied in a ponytail; eyes colored cobalt blue in a very angry glare. She was the only mage without a staff, instead she's wielding two swords as if the mage wasn't a mage but a ghost severing souls—a deadly assassin.
Sounds of clashing weapons can be heard once again. A loadful of arrows were released from the sky piercing undead flesh of the enemies—but instead of showing signs of pain or discomfort in their face; there were none but expressionless faces and black blood oozing from their wounds. No matter how much more the warriors cut their enemies limbs, they still stood up and continued fighting. A fight of stamina on which can stay the longest with the limited amount of potion and mage's mana for healing injuries.
The enemies retaliated, their archers shot their arrows but right this time—whoever got pierced dropped dead on the cold ground; coughing blood with eyes wide open. For those unfortunate ones, they're clasping their wounds or taking out the arrow from their flesh. Their throat releasing an anguishing cry. There's also some who didn't make it to the safe zone—where mages can heal them. The enemies swords and lances pierced their skin and cut off parts of their bodies like it's some sort of meat to butcher.
"Gaia, Earth Mother; ruler of life and protector of the blood of men,
Let me be your goblet filled poison,
So that I can smite my enemies and show them shame!
Gyià dè heimè!"
Aimee chanted, her two blades shone red upon her incantation as if it mimic the color of blood spilled in the land. She started to dash towards her enemies; kicking one of her enemies spear out of sight. She didn't wait for her rotting enemy's reaction, her blades find its way to her enemy's neck. With a swift slash; blood spurted and a head rolled in the ground.
"Rest in peace. " Taking a sorry glance to the corpse, she proceeded to block the incoming sword to her direction.
It was never its fault. In fact, those who looks like corpses were once djinbè's victims. Killed and soul stolen to be used as a ritual to bring back Kàlèine—the guardian who massacred one of the races.
Not for Diènèi, the guardian who oversees nymphs and the one who were viewed as sinful. She sacrificed herself just to seal him. Out of his madness and bloodthirst to kill some more—He'll even kill the other races because he believes to be able to gain freedom from the sin Diènèi and her human shapeshifter mate, Pyros, he needs to purge the world.
It's a shame that the other two guardians didn't intervene nor help Diènèi. They're too scared to fight him.
And for Aimee, she put it off as her goal to do something to free the souls used by the Djinbes for their plan. Because she was also close to being slayed by them years ago and she witnessed how they extracted dead people's souls after killing them. She was targeted because she was a half-blood, born from a nymph and a human. Anyone that they deemed as not with 'pure' blood must be exterminated and sacrificed.
And one of those souls was hers and her younger brother's mother.
One thing Aimee hopes is that her younger brother Anthony is okay. It pained her to leave him but she knows he is in good hands.
Even if it means forever working with HER to ensure she'll protect her brother, she'll do it without question.
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