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The oak was hard beneath her fists, like solid stone, and with every crack against it, she could feel the agonizing crunch of the shattered bone in her littlest finger. Wooden splinters bit at her skin like small vermin-teeth and blood blossomed against the dark wood as her pounding became a desperate tattoo. To her side, the youngest of the Wardens reached out, clutched her arm, her voice tight and frantic, rising loud against Wyn's cries, "You have to run! Wynleth! You have to run! We'll hold it off as long as we can, but you have to--"
Screaming, panicked voices shattered the violent images in her mind, screaming and that oily, sinister command, her vision spinning as her world crashed between reality and memory. Simultaneously, she was in the cellar and back in the monastery, a collision of nightmarish visions that left her unable to focus, unable to move. Her stomach twisted, her heart slamming against the wall of her chest in increasingly agonizing throbs. Like heated lead, her legs melted out from beneath her and wavering, Wyn collapsed.
Hal had notice Wynleth's state, her form frozen as the rest of the group held back their own panic. "Wyn?" He had called to her, but she didn't respond. "Wyn? We need to go!"
The urgency fell on deaf ears, and her knees gave way. Hal quickly swooped down to catch her before she completely fell to the floor and grunted as he hoisted her up into his arms. "We need to make haste to the inn," he said to the rest. "Whatever is out there, only fight if you have to. Watch each other's backs!"
As he carefully balanced her in his arms, he cautiously moved up the ladder purely on his legs. The ladder led up into the back room of the apothecary. It was another area stacked with shelves with ingredients a little more common. Before exiting the back he looked down at Wynleth's unconscious form, shifting her weight in his arms with a little hop. He could carry her slowly across the square, but they both would be vulnerable to attack.
"Wyn," he said in a hushed and urgent tone. "Wyn, please, come on, wake up."
"There's an inn... You must go there, at once. Do not stop, do not return here. Wyn, it is of the uttermost importance that you are there are precisely the right moment! Do you understand? You have to do this! Wyn! Wyn? Wake up!"
Eyes snapping open, mind reeling, Wyn gasped, arms lashing, gripping at the hands holding her upright and for a moment she was claws and panic, pain blooming in her wrist as she pushed against that hold, terror in a faraway gaze. Then his face swam into view. Hal. Her Hal... Of course.
She wasn't back there... she'd never gone back. The monastery was gone. Gone, like Arun and the others. Gone like Remi and her father. Theresia. Taken by Shadow. Taken like the men and women of this village would be, if they didn't stop what was happening...
Hands folding around his arm she forced herself upright with a renewed urgency, "Charlie! He's... Did... we have to... The Seed..."
In her flailing, Hal almost dropped her, but she quickly brought herself back to the present, realization in her eyes as she stared up at Hal. He smiled somewhat back at her, relieved to see her awake and coming to, though the smile faded with the etched concern that wrinkled his forehead. He helped her back down to her feet gently, hands out to steady her if need be as she fumbled through her words.
"Yes," Hal said. "Charlie has the Seed. We have to leave the apothecary to get to the inn right across the square. Can you do this? Are you alright?"
Across the square...
Her breath caught in her throat as her mind unraveled against those words, tears burning, blurring her vision. Slowly, she turned her head in the direction he'd gestured and with a shiver, clenched tighter to his arm. Spinning round, she nodded, as firmly as she could make herself, "We have to keep it safe, Hal. No matter what. We cannot let them get a hold of it..."
"We won't," he assured as he brought his other hand over to give her hand a squeeze. He moved himself to the doorway and peered out the corner. The store front windows gave them a wide view of the ensuing chaos outside. It was as dark as night, yet it was only the afternoon. A wyvern swooped overhead, its tail crashing into the roof of the second story. He could hear the shingles crash down onto the cobblestone that merged with frightened screams.
"Hold onto me," he said as he drew his sword. "Are you ready?"
"Wyn, are you ready? You have to go, now! There's no more ti--"
"I can't!" She screamed, yanking her arm from Asa's grip, "I... I have to get in... Arun! He's still in there, I have to..."
"He's gone, Wyn. They all are. They were, before you got here..."
She had lost him. Arun. She had lost him, before she had even understood how much he mattered to her. In a split second, like a flare of light, a wisp of smoke, he was gone and she would never get another chance to tell him... She would never get another chance...
"Wait!" Rather suddenly, Wyn's hand shot out, gripping Hal's wrist and with a breath, she propelled herself forward, arms looping around his shoulders. For a second of silence, she hugged him, then stepped back, tears leaving streaks along her skin, she shook her head, "In case something happens... In case I don't... or you... Hal, I..."
But the words caught in her throat, caught on swollen emotion and jaw tight, chin trembling, she lowered her gaze.
He halted before he could turn, his eyes fixing on Wynleth once again with concern after the embrace. He searched her expression as she spoke, her words suggesting the possibility of not surviving. His mind clung to that notion as her eyes cast downward, voice trailing off with a guarded thought. He wished he could banish her worries and doubts. Days before, she had confessed to him her past in greater detail and the impact it had on her heart and soul. She lost a good friend to this Shadow threat, and it seemed like the trauma had a lasting effect.
"We will make it," Hal assured, and brought his lips to her forehead in a quick consoling kiss before pulling away with a reassuring smile. "We can do this. We stick together. Strength in numbers."
With a brush of warmth to her forehead, Wyn looked up again and shaking her head, she reached with her good hand, cupping his tightly, "...But if I don't. I... I need you to know. You... you are more dear to me, than I have words to express, and I am better for having known you."
Her hold on his hand lightening, she took a fortifying breath and nodded, "I'm ready..."
A small smile flickered endearingly upon his lips. "You are dear to me as well," he confessed, and then turned to the door to the main room of the apothecary. "Don't let go."
He rushed out of the back room, racing for the door with Wynleth in tow. The apothecary was empty and quiet, and as he threw open the door the sounds of agony and wails of dark creatures resounded wholly. There was a wyvern still before the inn, though it's head was within the street to its side. Hal continued forward with nothing but his sword and his courage. An inky black cloud flew past them in a rush that sounded like a flock of birds until a cloaked man manifested before the two. A hiss escaped the caster's pallid lips as he threw back his hood. Sunken eyes glared back at Wynleth and Hal as the sickly looking figure let loose an unholy scream, and from his mouth sprang forth a swarm of insects rushing towards the pair.
As the swarm propelled forward, Wyn's splinted hand rose, almost of it's own volition and from her palm a blast of ice, like splintering shards of a broken mirror, sprayed out across the onslaught, through the insects and towards the caster.
The shadowy insects burst upon impact with the shards in little pops as they flew towards the caster. Hal was already swooping low with his sword, and both blade and ice struck the Shadow Caster simultaneously. But it only seemed to stop the horrid spell. Hal's blade tore through his robes, and Wynleth's ice drew blood as pieces jutted from his skin, yet he continued on, a wreath of darkness suddenly surrounding him as he waved his hand through the air. Hal thrust his sword forward, but the Shadow Caster conjured a staff of darkness to deflect the attack. His hand jutted forth towards Wynleth's injured arm as a ball of violet energy hurtled towards the elf.
A second time, reaction came instinctively, but far less elegantly, her hands flying upwards protectively, perhaps a second or two too late. The Caster's spell hit like the force of a sledge hammer, and for a moment, Wyn felt pain like she had never experienced… Pain deep within, like being crushed internally. A scream escaped and clutching her arm to her chest, Wyn pulled back.
Hal felt her pull, though their hold on each other did not release. Hal looked back to make sure she was alright, her arm held protectively against her likely due to the Shadow Spell. The Shadow Caster swung his staff towards Hal's head, and he ducked and thrust his sword into the enemy's stomach. There was a grunt that hissed through the man's teeth, but Hal continued forward, his momentum driving his blade further until the Shadow Caster fumbled onto his back.
"Keep running!" he called to Wynleth. The inn wasn't much farther now.
Her eyes burned, her mind foggy from the brief intensity of the pain, from what had occurred… The Caster seemed more monster than man, but he was a living, breathing being… or at least he had been, and Wyn's heart ached that he had given them no choice. Pain rippled through her again, but this time, it was an emotional discomfort and gripping Hal tighter, needed almost desperately his strength, she nodded and pressed forward, her eyes tilted up, away from their fallen foe.
The Shadow Caster hadn't died, however and Hal knew it. Their one enemy was struggling to stand as more converged around them. Behind them as they ran a wyvern landed and rammed its head into one of the store fronts. Glass broke and shattered and gave way to distant screams. Most citizens were indoors by this point leaving their group the only ones left out in the open. Hal still ran forward, diverting their course a little to miss the tail of the beast blocking the entrance to the inn. The shadows surrounding them began to move.
"Head for the door!" Hal said as he paused. Looking behind Wynleth he could see more than just their one Shadow Caster converging on their group. Guiding her towards the stairs, Hal suddenly moved sluggishly until he fell completely unconscious at the foot of the inn, his body convulsing just as Charlie's had back in the Northern Mountains.
He dropped so suddenly, so unexpectedly, that Wyn's arm wrenched nearly out of it's socket. A sharp cry escaped, truncated as she released her grip on Hal's hand and turned back to see him. At the sight of him on the ground, she felt her heart shudder, stall…
"Hal!" The scream rose above the tumult in the square and collapsing beside him, she shook him, "No… no, no, no! Please! Hal… Wake up… Oh God, please wake up..."
There wasn't time. There were too many Casters…
Tears rolling down her cheeks, she hooked beneath Hal's underarms and with as much strength as she could muster, ignorant to the agony in her wrist, in her back and shoulders, she pressed back on her heels and using her own frame as leverage, hefted him backwards, one foot at a time, up the stairs. She hit the door and slamming her foot against it, kicked as hard as she could, once… twice… a third time, until wood splintered and the door swung inwards.
With a yelp, Wyn toppled over the doorjamb, landing hard on her backside, immediately inside the inn.
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The oak was hard beneath her fists, like solid stone, and with every crack against it, she could feel the agonizing crunch of the shattered bone in her littlest finger. Wooden splinters bit at her skin like small vermin-teeth and blood blossomed against the dark wood as her pounding became a desperate tattoo. To her side, the youngest of the Wardens reached out, clutched her arm, her voice tight and frantic, rising loud against Wyn's cries, "You have to run! Wynleth! You have to run! We'll hold it off as long as we can, but you have to--"
Screaming, panicked voices shattered the violent images in her mind, screaming and that oily, sinister command, her vision spinning as her world crashed between reality and memory. Simultaneously, she was in the cellar and back in the monastery, a collision of nightmarish visions that left her unable to focus, unable to move. Her stomach twisted, her heart slamming against the wall of her chest in increasingly agonizing throbs. Like heated lead, her legs melted out from beneath her and wavering, Wyn collapsed.
Hal had notice Wynleth's state, her form frozen as the rest of the group held back their own panic. "Wyn?" He had called to her, but she didn't respond. "Wyn? We need to go!"
The urgency fell on deaf ears, and her knees gave way. Hal quickly swooped down to catch her before she completely fell to the floor and grunted as he hoisted her up into his arms. "We need to make haste to the inn," he said to the rest. "Whatever is out there, only fight if you have to. Watch each other's backs!"
As he carefully balanced her in his arms, he cautiously moved up the ladder purely on his legs. The ladder led up into the back room of the apothecary. It was another area stacked with shelves with ingredients a little more common. Before exiting the back he looked down at Wynleth's unconscious form, shifting her weight in his arms with a little hop. He could carry her slowly across the square, but they both would be vulnerable to attack.
"Wyn," he said in a hushed and urgent tone. "Wyn, please, come on, wake up."
"There's an inn... You must go there, at once. Do not stop, do not return here. Wyn, it is of the uttermost importance that you are there are precisely the right moment! Do you understand? You have to do this! Wyn! Wyn? Wake up!"
Eyes snapping open, mind reeling, Wyn gasped, arms lashing, gripping at the hands holding her upright and for a moment she was claws and panic, pain blooming in her wrist as she pushed against that hold, terror in a faraway gaze. Then his face swam into view. Hal. Her Hal... Of course.
She wasn't back there... she'd never gone back. The monastery was gone. Gone, like Arun and the others. Gone like Remi and her father. Theresia. Taken by Shadow. Taken like the men and women of this village would be, if they didn't stop what was happening...
Hands folding around his arm she forced herself upright with a renewed urgency, "Charlie! He's... Did... we have to... The Seed..."
In her flailing, Hal almost dropped her, but she quickly brought herself back to the present, realization in her eyes as she stared up at Hal. He smiled somewhat back at her, relieved to see her awake and coming to, though the smile faded with the etched concern that wrinkled his forehead. He helped her back down to her feet gently, hands out to steady her if need be as she fumbled through her words.
"Yes," Hal said. "Charlie has the Seed. We have to leave the apothecary to get to the inn right across the square. Can you do this? Are you alright?"
Across the square...
Her breath caught in her throat as her mind unraveled against those words, tears burning, blurring her vision. Slowly, she turned her head in the direction he'd gestured and with a shiver, clenched tighter to his arm. Spinning round, she nodded, as firmly as she could make herself, "We have to keep it safe, Hal. No matter what. We cannot let them get a hold of it..."
"We won't," he assured as he brought his other hand over to give her hand a squeeze. He moved himself to the doorway and peered out the corner. The store front windows gave them a wide view of the ensuing chaos outside. It was as dark as night, yet it was only the afternoon. A wyvern swooped overhead, its tail crashing into the roof of the second story. He could hear the shingles crash down onto the cobblestone that merged with frightened screams.
"Hold onto me," he said as he drew his sword. "Are you ready?"
"Wyn, are you ready? You have to go, now! There's no more ti--"
"I can't!" She screamed, yanking her arm from Asa's grip, "I... I have to get in... Arun! He's still in there, I have to..."
"He's gone, Wyn. They all are. They were, before you got here..."
She had lost him. Arun. She had lost him, before she had even understood how much he mattered to her. In a split second, like a flare of light, a wisp of smoke, he was gone and she would never get another chance to tell him... She would never get another chance...
"Wait!" Rather suddenly, Wyn's hand shot out, gripping Hal's wrist and with a breath, she propelled herself forward, arms looping around his shoulders. For a second of silence, she hugged him, then stepped back, tears leaving streaks along her skin, she shook her head, "In case something happens... In case I don't... or you... Hal, I..."
But the words caught in her throat, caught on swollen emotion and jaw tight, chin trembling, she lowered her gaze.
He halted before he could turn, his eyes fixing on Wynleth once again with concern after the embrace. He searched her expression as she spoke, her words suggesting the possibility of not surviving. His mind clung to that notion as her eyes cast downward, voice trailing off with a guarded thought. He wished he could banish her worries and doubts. Days before, she had confessed to him her past in greater detail and the impact it had on her heart and soul. She lost a good friend to this Shadow threat, and it seemed like the trauma had a lasting effect.
"We will make it," Hal assured, and brought his lips to her forehead in a quick consoling kiss before pulling away with a reassuring smile. "We can do this. We stick together. Strength in numbers."
With a brush of warmth to her forehead, Wyn looked up again and shaking her head, she reached with her good hand, cupping his tightly, "...But if I don't. I... I need you to know. You... you are more dear to me, than I have words to express, and I am better for having known you."
Her hold on his hand lightening, she took a fortifying breath and nodded, "I'm ready..."
A small smile flickered endearingly upon his lips. "You are dear to me as well," he confessed, and then turned to the door to the main room of the apothecary. "Don't let go."
He rushed out of the back room, racing for the door with Wynleth in tow. The apothecary was empty and quiet, and as he threw open the door the sounds of agony and wails of dark creatures resounded wholly. There was a wyvern still before the inn, though it's head was within the street to its side. Hal continued forward with nothing but his sword and his courage. An inky black cloud flew past them in a rush that sounded like a flock of birds until a cloaked man manifested before the two. A hiss escaped the caster's pallid lips as he threw back his hood. Sunken eyes glared back at Wynleth and Hal as the sickly looking figure let loose an unholy scream, and from his mouth sprang forth a swarm of insects rushing towards the pair.
As the swarm propelled forward, Wyn's splinted hand rose, almost of it's own volition and from her palm a blast of ice, like splintering shards of a broken mirror, sprayed out across the onslaught, through the insects and towards the caster.
The shadowy insects burst upon impact with the shards in little pops as they flew towards the caster. Hal was already swooping low with his sword, and both blade and ice struck the Shadow Caster simultaneously. But it only seemed to stop the horrid spell. Hal's blade tore through his robes, and Wynleth's ice drew blood as pieces jutted from his skin, yet he continued on, a wreath of darkness suddenly surrounding him as he waved his hand through the air. Hal thrust his sword forward, but the Shadow Caster conjured a staff of darkness to deflect the attack. His hand jutted forth towards Wynleth's injured arm as a ball of violet energy hurtled towards the elf.
A second time, reaction came instinctively, but far less elegantly, her hands flying upwards protectively, perhaps a second or two too late. The Caster's spell hit like the force of a sledge hammer, and for a moment, Wyn felt pain like she had never experienced… Pain deep within, like being crushed internally. A scream escaped and clutching her arm to her chest, Wyn pulled back.
Hal felt her pull, though their hold on each other did not release. Hal looked back to make sure she was alright, her arm held protectively against her likely due to the Shadow Spell. The Shadow Caster swung his staff towards Hal's head, and he ducked and thrust his sword into the enemy's stomach. There was a grunt that hissed through the man's teeth, but Hal continued forward, his momentum driving his blade further until the Shadow Caster fumbled onto his back.
"Keep running!" he called to Wynleth. The inn wasn't much farther now.
Her eyes burned, her mind foggy from the brief intensity of the pain, from what had occurred… The Caster seemed more monster than man, but he was a living, breathing being… or at least he had been, and Wyn's heart ached that he had given them no choice. Pain rippled through her again, but this time, it was an emotional discomfort and gripping Hal tighter, needed almost desperately his strength, she nodded and pressed forward, her eyes tilted up, away from their fallen foe.
The Shadow Caster hadn't died, however and Hal knew it. Their one enemy was struggling to stand as more converged around them. Behind them as they ran a wyvern landed and rammed its head into one of the store fronts. Glass broke and shattered and gave way to distant screams. Most citizens were indoors by this point leaving their group the only ones left out in the open. Hal still ran forward, diverting their course a little to miss the tail of the beast blocking the entrance to the inn. The shadows surrounding them began to move.
"Head for the door!" Hal said as he paused. Looking behind Wynleth he could see more than just their one Shadow Caster converging on their group. Guiding her towards the stairs, Hal suddenly moved sluggishly until he fell completely unconscious at the foot of the inn, his body convulsing just as Charlie's had back in the Northern Mountains.
He dropped so suddenly, so unexpectedly, that Wyn's arm wrenched nearly out of it's socket. A sharp cry escaped, truncated as she released her grip on Hal's hand and turned back to see him. At the sight of him on the ground, she felt her heart shudder, stall…
"Hal!" The scream rose above the tumult in the square and collapsing beside him, she shook him, "No… no, no, no! Please! Hal… Wake up… Oh God, please wake up..."
There wasn't time. There were too many Casters…
Tears rolling down her cheeks, she hooked beneath Hal's underarms and with as much strength as she could muster, ignorant to the agony in her wrist, in her back and shoulders, she pressed back on her heels and using her own frame as leverage, hefted him backwards, one foot at a time, up the stairs. She hit the door and slamming her foot against it, kicked as hard as she could, once… twice… a third time, until wood splintered and the door swung inwards.
With a yelp, Wyn toppled over the doorjamb, landing hard on her backside, immediately inside the inn.
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