#ser wesley

“Mother, perhaps we should grieve once we’re safe?”  Lydia cautiously asked, trying to keep her own voice from cracking.

“Don’t you dare speak to me of grief.  How could you let her run off like that?!  Your baby sister!  My little sweetheart.” 

Lydia just looked away, resisting the urge to scream at her mother because honestly, she was right.  She had promised her father that she would look after Bethany and keep her safe and free from the Circle, and she had failed.

“Mother, if we don’t get moving, we’re all going to be dead.” Carver said.

“Allow me to commend your daughter’s spirit to the Maker,” Wesley added, praying over the girl.  They were finally able to get Leandra to lay Bethany down and stand, but as they turned.

“Flames.” Aveline said, as she, Carver and Lydia drew their weapons.  The Horde had caught up to them.  “We’re too late.”

“Well, I’m not going down without a fight.”  Carver shouted, rushing in.

“Oh no you don’t.” Lydia said, pulling him back behind her.  “I lost Bethany, I’m not losing you too.”  She said, throwing up a quick barrier to protect them and their loved ones.

“I don’t think we’re going to make it  out of this one, Lyds,” Carver pointed out.

“Don’t say that so loud, do you want Mother to hear you?” Lydia hissed.  

“Less bickering you two, and more fighting.” Aveline said.  “They are not having us without a fight.”

But before any of them could charge, they heard a large roar behind them, and they all turned to see a Dragon above them.