plegiancrowmaster

has there ever been a situation more bleak? micaiah stares into the horizon of the battlefield, her brows furrowed and her eyes focused as if they were to seer fire into her very line of sight. the land is murky, a swamp filled with an ill scent of dirt and decay, and her forces trudge along in small numbers to decrease the casualties of this battle waged from personal desire. the begnion senate preyed upon her kindness and lured her into a trap with hostages as bait; and while the might wolf queen stands by her side, micaiah can feel panic grippig her chest. these hostages are far too spread out for an entire group to reach them in a single route. divide and conquer is the key here and thus leaves her alone for a brief moment to reflect upon the situation she`d been placed in.

the lives of innocent people lie in her hands. how could she be responsible for such a thing, a monster of a girl, one of a lineage damned by society--