#caerulex

The battlefield was an intense place. Whether it was small or large, there was always chaos-- always clashing steel and shouting voices and raging emotions. There was never mercy, but by the same token there was never judgement either-- life or death was impartial, dependent entirely on the warrior’s skill.

That was why, on some strange level, Soren had never minded battle-- because on the battlefield he was the same as everyone else, in a sense. There was the adrenaline and intensity, but the mage never feared for himself. The only mild fear that he ever entertained was the notion of Ike being overpowered....

But Ike was a skilled swordsman, and with the mage at his side backing up his every move, any foe would be hard pressed to overcome their defenses.

... Which is why it was so shocking that they had ended up this way.

An ordinary mercenary mission, against an ordinary group of bandits-- the two of them should’ve been more than enough... And it had seemed that way at first, but then the enemy’s movements had changed. Their group more organized-- their attacks more direct. They couldn’t have been dealing with an ordinary group of thugs, their strategy had been far too unique to have been designed by simple bandits....

...But by the time Soren had put that much together-- had realized they were overwhelmed-- they were already surrounded. In order to retreat, they had to clear a path, and in doing so, Ike had taken the forefront of the damage.

They had escaped the village, made it to the safety of a nearby cave where he could pull out his staff and heal the wounds to the best of his ability... But the situation was still bad.

And it was all his fault.

SHAME

caerulex

“ Let’s see how you do without that sword, tough guy,” the shewolf said with a toothy grin. She cracked her knuckles before getting down on all fours and shifting forms. She was larger than the average wolf but had yet to surpass the average human height. 

A snap of a twig caused her to jump, and she pulled harshly on Caeda's reins in a panic, running as fast as she could, then suddenly shooting out of the narrow forest paths and into a clearing.

Within the clearing was a large, old castle, signs of life, but also the sadness of death weighing heavily through the air.

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