Elena
when life knocks you down
calmly get back up
calmly get back up
The air in Halo carried sound well. The destruction of the Palace, stone cracking and bursting like a glacier under the sun's heat, had echoed well past the far edges of Snowcloak where the Rimewinds' tannery sat. Elena had rolled out of bed and reached for her spear before she was even awake enough to question the sound, decades of serving in the guard still ingrained in her bones, no matter that her time there was years past.
She could hear her family and the live-in apprentices stirring as well, heard questioning tones and the slam of a door as someone presumably went outside to investigate. She was dressed and exiting her room -- spear in one hand and used in place of her cane, sword in the other -- by the time a panicked apprentice burst back into the house with terrifying news.
The destruction of the Palace. Invaders of some unknown tribe. A fight at the gates.
Chaos. Fear. Anger.
Elena barely thought beyond the next moment as she help get people from one safe location to the next. Buried the her confusion at the sudden attack. Buried her sorrow at seeing scattered bodies of so many she knew. Buried her frustration at the leaders who decided this was the time to uproot the government. The people of Halo were strong, yes, but they weren't unshakable. She wouldn't just try to be one of the last down.
It wasn't until someone pushed a mug of something hot into her hands and led her to an open seat that she felt the throbbing ache in her leg and the shake in her limbs. Her spear was propped against the wall behind her and a hand squeezed her shoulder. And then she was alone.
She could hear her family and the live-in apprentices stirring as well, heard questioning tones and the slam of a door as someone presumably went outside to investigate. She was dressed and exiting her room -- spear in one hand and used in place of her cane, sword in the other -- by the time a panicked apprentice burst back into the house with terrifying news.
The destruction of the Palace. Invaders of some unknown tribe. A fight at the gates.
Chaos. Fear. Anger.
Elena barely thought beyond the next moment as she help get people from one safe location to the next. Buried the her confusion at the sudden attack. Buried her sorrow at seeing scattered bodies of so many she knew. Buried her frustration at the leaders who decided this was the time to uproot the government. The people of Halo were strong, yes, but they weren't unshakable. She wouldn't just try to be one of the last down.
It wasn't until someone pushed a mug of something hot into her hands and led her to an open seat that she felt the throbbing ache in her leg and the shake in her limbs. Her spear was propped against the wall behind her and a hand squeezed her shoulder. And then she was alone.
smile and very politely say
"you hit like a bitch"
"you hit like a bitch"
