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Barricades surrounded the barracks of Avarath, with armed guards patrolling the perimeter. Littered on the ground were spears, halberds, swords, and bodies. Another pair of guards were tossing the corpses onto carts pulled by camels and Amalia couldn't ignore the stench as she approached the building. She tried to avert her gaze.
Inside was a cacophony of noise, ones that Amalia was accustomed to. In front of her stood a wooden desk, occupied by a tiger anima - General Kirtin, if she remembered correctly. Behind him were cots brimming with wounded soldiers and civilians. Some were sleeping, others were moaning, or out cold. Healers tended to them as best they could and Amalia had a sudden urge to join them. Judging from her sparse glances, many of the soldiers suffered burns. It struck her as odd.
She looked behind to ensure that Takeda and Seiyr had followed and cleared her throat.
"General Lortik reporting for duty sir."
General Kirtin looked up and frowned. His expression gave way to recognition and he stood, easily towering over Amalia.
"Ah so you've returned." His orange eyes passed over the soldiers. "Where is the rest of your party?"
"They are helping to stop the rebellion sir."
"They should have stayed with you General."
"I did not see that as necessary sir."
General Kirtin paused, rifled through his papers and produced a poster with K'jol's face. "This is why it is necessary."
Amalia's eyes flew through the words on the poster. "This is outrageous. K'jol was with me in Dorgrad fighting off the hive infestation. How could he be responsible for the rebellion?"
"He could have accomplices," came Kirtin's curt reply. "Someone to initiate the fighting while he was gone so he wouldn't be suspected."
Amalia dropped the poster onto the desk. "I refuse to believe this."
The anima's stare was frigid. "You can refuse it all you want, but you have your orders General Lortik. K'jol is a wanted criminal and needs to be brought forth."
"What evidence do you have against him?"
"Plenty. He is a famed draken, who believes that his species is superior to the rest. He despises the nocturne and has more than enough influence to start this rebellion."
"K'jol despises no one race."
"Is that what he told you?"
She nodded stiffly and received a pitiful look from Kirtin. Fine, she wouldn't push her luck. "What are the damages?"
"The Market District has been sacked by both draken and nocturne forces. The Summer Palace is mostly intact, but items have turned up missing. There are about five hundred citizens dead, many are the rebel forces. We were going to impale them on the bed of Roses, but it's a waste of resources. Instead they will be left to rot in the sun."
Amalia grimaced. "Is Mayor Gulzar okay with this decision?"
"It isn't Gulzar who is taking care of the rebels."
She glanced down at the poster. "Did he have anything to do with this?"
General Kirtin narrowed his eyes. "Are you going to continue questioning me or are you going to go out and do your duty Lortik? There are innocent citizens dying."
Amalia stuttered. "I... Well I need to know - "
"Understand that we've done our investigating and it is your job to follow your orders." He pointed to the door. "You're dismissed."
Outside, Amalia was fuming. Despite being a higher rank than General Kirtin, she was tossed aside as a lowly soldier. No doubt he thought that she was not competent enough to handle things in Avarath. Well - she bristled indignantly- she'll show everyone that a novice such as her could handle herself quite well in the heat of battle.
"Takeda, I need you to find K'jol. Take him somewhere secluded, an abandoned house will do. He can't be seen by the public and he most definitely cannot be taken in. I'm going to see Gulzar."
From her bag, Amalia withdrew her shawl and sarong, using both to hide her face and the sword fastened to her waist. Takeda opened his mouth to protest.
"We don't have a choice in the matter. Seiyr and I will see Gulzar and see if he can fix this. I know K'jol isn't behind this. I just know it."
Inside was a cacophony of noise, ones that Amalia was accustomed to. In front of her stood a wooden desk, occupied by a tiger anima - General Kirtin, if she remembered correctly. Behind him were cots brimming with wounded soldiers and civilians. Some were sleeping, others were moaning, or out cold. Healers tended to them as best they could and Amalia had a sudden urge to join them. Judging from her sparse glances, many of the soldiers suffered burns. It struck her as odd.
She looked behind to ensure that Takeda and Seiyr had followed and cleared her throat.
"General Lortik reporting for duty sir."
General Kirtin looked up and frowned. His expression gave way to recognition and he stood, easily towering over Amalia.
"Ah so you've returned." His orange eyes passed over the soldiers. "Where is the rest of your party?"
"They are helping to stop the rebellion sir."
"They should have stayed with you General."
"I did not see that as necessary sir."
General Kirtin paused, rifled through his papers and produced a poster with K'jol's face. "This is why it is necessary."
Amalia's eyes flew through the words on the poster. "This is outrageous. K'jol was with me in Dorgrad fighting off the hive infestation. How could he be responsible for the rebellion?"
"He could have accomplices," came Kirtin's curt reply. "Someone to initiate the fighting while he was gone so he wouldn't be suspected."
Amalia dropped the poster onto the desk. "I refuse to believe this."
The anima's stare was frigid. "You can refuse it all you want, but you have your orders General Lortik. K'jol is a wanted criminal and needs to be brought forth."
"What evidence do you have against him?"
"Plenty. He is a famed draken, who believes that his species is superior to the rest. He despises the nocturne and has more than enough influence to start this rebellion."
"K'jol despises no one race."
"Is that what he told you?"
She nodded stiffly and received a pitiful look from Kirtin. Fine, she wouldn't push her luck. "What are the damages?"
"The Market District has been sacked by both draken and nocturne forces. The Summer Palace is mostly intact, but items have turned up missing. There are about five hundred citizens dead, many are the rebel forces. We were going to impale them on the bed of Roses, but it's a waste of resources. Instead they will be left to rot in the sun."
Amalia grimaced. "Is Mayor Gulzar okay with this decision?"
"It isn't Gulzar who is taking care of the rebels."
She glanced down at the poster. "Did he have anything to do with this?"
General Kirtin narrowed his eyes. "Are you going to continue questioning me or are you going to go out and do your duty Lortik? There are innocent citizens dying."
Amalia stuttered. "I... Well I need to know - "
"Understand that we've done our investigating and it is your job to follow your orders." He pointed to the door. "You're dismissed."
***
Outside, Amalia was fuming. Despite being a higher rank than General Kirtin, she was tossed aside as a lowly soldier. No doubt he thought that she was not competent enough to handle things in Avarath. Well - she bristled indignantly- she'll show everyone that a novice such as her could handle herself quite well in the heat of battle.
"Takeda, I need you to find K'jol. Take him somewhere secluded, an abandoned house will do. He can't be seen by the public and he most definitely cannot be taken in. I'm going to see Gulzar."
From her bag, Amalia withdrew her shawl and sarong, using both to hide her face and the sword fastened to her waist. Takeda opened his mouth to protest.
"We don't have a choice in the matter. Seiyr and I will see Gulzar and see if he can fix this. I know K'jol isn't behind this. I just know it."
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