Sarah sat beside the small creek the both had found. Everette was a few yards away, nibbling at some fresh summer grass.
Finally away from the battle, she could relax. She slowly pealed away the armor, the clothing and finally the wound dressing. It was deeper than she had thought, and she was lucky her heart or lungs were not injured.
Sarah leaned over the stream, and could see her reflection. She almost gasped at her own image. Blood was all over her, she had cuts on her face, neck, shoulders and arms. Her once beautiful wings were tattered, slashed and bruised. Tail didnt seem to want to come out either, it hid beneath her robes around her waist. What had she become?
"A monster..."
She answered her own question. She looked down upon the dagger that was strapped to her ankle. For a moment, she contemplated ending everything, plunging the dagger into her heart. It would be easy to find at the moment. Her right hand felt the hilt of the dagger, her fingers slowly pulling it out, but she could not gain the courage to take it from its place. She sighed at herself, and put it back.
Everette came to her now, looking down upon her kneeling form, his ears perked toward her. How patient he is. Her hand slowly petting over his forelock, down his blaze and to his nose.
"You are all I have from the old days, Ev'. The last touchable memory."
Her heart seemed to flood with emotion, and then the stream of tears began flowing down her cheeks. She had not cried since she heard of Harold's passing. The tears turned into sobbing, until her arms were wrapped around her knees and she was rocking herself back and forth on the grass.
The tears didnt stop until she finally fell asleep beneath her cloak. Everette stayed with her through out the night, until day light began to slowly come across the horizon.
Finally away from the battle, she could relax. She slowly pealed away the armor, the clothing and finally the wound dressing. It was deeper than she had thought, and she was lucky her heart or lungs were not injured.
Sarah leaned over the stream, and could see her reflection. She almost gasped at her own image. Blood was all over her, she had cuts on her face, neck, shoulders and arms. Her once beautiful wings were tattered, slashed and bruised. Tail didnt seem to want to come out either, it hid beneath her robes around her waist. What had she become?
"A monster..."
She answered her own question. She looked down upon the dagger that was strapped to her ankle. For a moment, she contemplated ending everything, plunging the dagger into her heart. It would be easy to find at the moment. Her right hand felt the hilt of the dagger, her fingers slowly pulling it out, but she could not gain the courage to take it from its place. She sighed at herself, and put it back.
Everette came to her now, looking down upon her kneeling form, his ears perked toward her. How patient he is. Her hand slowly petting over his forelock, down his blaze and to his nose.
"You are all I have from the old days, Ev'. The last touchable memory."
Her heart seemed to flood with emotion, and then the stream of tears began flowing down her cheeks. She had not cried since she heard of Harold's passing. The tears turned into sobbing, until her arms were wrapped around her knees and she was rocking herself back and forth on the grass.
The tears didnt stop until she finally fell asleep beneath her cloak. Everette stayed with her through out the night, until day light began to slowly come across the horizon.