She remembers—a great horned warrior, a "sarkaz," in his tent surrounded by a great fire. He is roaring about being betrayed once again, for being Sarkaz—their civilians have been killed, his wife has been killed. He wants a place to live in peace and a place to call home, but every time it is snatched away.
She remembers him raising his sword, a great, heavy thing. She remembers raising her own arm; she remembers feeling his rage and his fury eternal as part of herself. She remembers that Sarkaz killing all the oathbreakers in front of him; she remembers that afterward, he turned his sword upon himself.
In her hand, which was formerly empty, surrounded by crimson flames of rage, a sword manifests. Beside her, the dark-haired woman with her crimson sword looks bewildered; in front of her, the pale-haired woman in the black dress with her long dark sword looks at her solemnly, and declares her the Lord of Sarkaz; the enemy of humanity.
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Date: 2021-07-12 06:16 pm (UTC)She remembers—a great horned warrior, a "sarkaz," in his tent surrounded by a great fire. He is roaring about being betrayed once again, for being Sarkaz—their civilians have been killed, his wife has been killed. He wants a place to live in peace and a place to call home, but every time it is snatched away.
She remembers him raising his sword, a great, heavy thing. She remembers raising her own arm; she remembers feeling his rage and his fury eternal as part of herself. She remembers that Sarkaz killing all the oathbreakers in front of him; she remembers that afterward, he turned his sword upon himself.
In her hand, which was formerly empty, surrounded by crimson flames of rage, a sword manifests. Beside her, the dark-haired woman with her crimson sword looks bewildered; in front of her, the pale-haired woman in the black dress with her long dark sword looks at her solemnly, and declares her the Lord of Sarkaz; the enemy of humanity.