Isendel
Autumn 213
She woke amidst the bodies of her unit and the sleek blackness of ravens, come to feast on the leavings of battle.
Arjuvh. Skelta. Minara. Temios. Lenn. Others, too many to count. Even the cannons and arbalests and assault towers, broken and empty.
Somewhere far off, there was shouting and the sound of clashing steel. Or maybe that was only the ringing in her head.
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Trees, rising up about her, her cheek digging into rock and the rushing of water loud in her ears. She blinked, her mouth involuntarily opening to suck greedily on the water rushing by before her face. The icy trickle cleared her head a fraction, and she sat up. The world swam around her and she immediately doubled over as her stomach heaved, depositing that morning’s mess into the stream.
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Her feet hurt, and she stopped to look down in confusion. A golden swan, crusted with blood, flew across her chest. Beyond it, one of her boots was gone.
She cut the patch off and threw it into the bushes, and walked on.
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