Elena
when life knocks you down
calmly get back up
calmly get back up
The Palace had fallen.
Without another thought, Elena fell back on military training in other ways. Quick orders organized those who were staying behind with those who shouldn't be forging into the frozen night -- ignoring the few who dared suggest she might be one of them -- and those who would come with her. They might not be soldiers, but most who survived Halo learned a weapon in the process. Bundled tight and weapons in hand, her small group joined the others who were running to the Palace.
They'd just joined the crowd when the second explosion happened. Then the fight with the invaders, magic flying, the shouts of battle. Elena joined the crowd first in the Academy, then leaving it, doing what she could to help carry the wounded and calm the panicked. And even though a seed of panic tried to root in her own chest, she stubbornly refused to let it grow. There was no time.
She caught only the edges of the contention between the Warden and his advisors. Shouting, blame, anger. The Captain and the Hale girl, along with a few others, glaring the Warden down. News of the Guards' deaths, however, nearly stopped her heart. She'd known many of them, trained some of them. Sucking in a shaking breath, she buried the sorrow along with the panic.
Later. There would be time to mourn later. The ice and Mort would care for the dead. The living needed attention now.
With those others who had not been caught in the explosions or the attacks, Elena made sure everyone who need help walking got it. Of those whose homes were gone or were wounded, most went to the Kraai. Others spread to the homes of friends and family. Elena joined the latter. "Not tonight," she murmured to a young woman who tried to go back to her destroyed home. "Wait for daylight. Everything will be easier then." A lie, one she wished she could convince herself to believe.
Without another thought, Elena fell back on military training in other ways. Quick orders organized those who were staying behind with those who shouldn't be forging into the frozen night -- ignoring the few who dared suggest she might be one of them -- and those who would come with her. They might not be soldiers, but most who survived Halo learned a weapon in the process. Bundled tight and weapons in hand, her small group joined the others who were running to the Palace.
They'd just joined the crowd when the second explosion happened. Then the fight with the invaders, magic flying, the shouts of battle. Elena joined the crowd first in the Academy, then leaving it, doing what she could to help carry the wounded and calm the panicked. And even though a seed of panic tried to root in her own chest, she stubbornly refused to let it grow. There was no time.
She caught only the edges of the contention between the Warden and his advisors. Shouting, blame, anger. The Captain and the Hale girl, along with a few others, glaring the Warden down. News of the Guards' deaths, however, nearly stopped her heart. She'd known many of them, trained some of them. Sucking in a shaking breath, she buried the sorrow along with the panic.
Later. There would be time to mourn later. The ice and Mort would care for the dead. The living needed attention now.
With those others who had not been caught in the explosions or the attacks, Elena made sure everyone who need help walking got it. Of those whose homes were gone or were wounded, most went to the Kraai. Others spread to the homes of friends and family. Elena joined the latter. "Not tonight," she murmured to a young woman who tried to go back to her destroyed home. "Wait for daylight. Everything will be easier then." A lie, one she wished she could convince herself to believe.
smile and very politely say
"you hit like a bitch"
"you hit like a bitch"
