MELITA
They worked quickly, efficiently, hands swift and keen as they went further up to better ground, to where the murk and bog wasn’t so heavy on footfalls, to where someone could tread and find their defensive measures. Her grasp was on the sticks and digging them into the soil, ensuring each remained lit, replacing them if they became extinguished by time and wind. Some of the burning torches were left aside too, for future weaponry, for the bestial shades, for the destruction of the impending beast.Melita was too occupied by her tasks to notice Ronin’s form bounding through the woods, but the ear-splitting scream was difficult to ignore. Her head snapped upward and stared into the void, spine involuntarily shuddering as the howl curled and coiled its way through her heart, her soul.
Its form was something else.
The honeybee girl had seen many a monster and demon; some with claws and scales, rummaging through caves and catacombs for their next meal. Some came in the form of paragons or gods, drenched in devious, scrupulous designs, too late for anyone to conquer. Others were ghosts, spells and memories woven from a being’s mind, given life again just to witness the bearer suffer. She wasn’t sure where this shrieking woman would fall – skeletal and tousled, or why they had to bother her at all. Was she destined to send them ill fortune now? Or was it merely to cease the endless shrieking, the foreboding melodies scratching their way down her skull?
She held fast and firm behind their barricades, clenching her jaw, gritting her teeth, pondering what to do next – continuing to add to the sticks, wondering if she should be hurling some of the burning torches at the banshee, but with Remi suddenly there, striking at her, it seemed like it’d only be a recipe for disaster (she had no intention of accidentally snagging him). Roana was in the midst, then Emmett, and she kept her hand on her staff, swinging it towards the banshee should she come close to their fortifications.
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
