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slump. “I came here for my father. I couldn’t just stay back and be helpless as he went into battle, risking his life. I’m a warrior now, I can fight.”
Dormand shook his head disappointingly. “You’re a child, Daimana, you’re a child. You need to leave here now, quickly, before it happens.”
Daimana was as headstrong as she was brave, and shouted her answer to Dormand. “No.”
Hoosun was beginning to feel tired and broken, but his will was strong, enabling him to continue onward. He had found the battlefield that he was told of by Samana, the Sands of Arndu. Trying to find the child in the mess of battle would be like finding a needle in a hay stack. Even when utilizing his sharp eyes it would be a great challenge.
As the battle roared on, at the top of a sandy dune stood a formidable looking figure. It was Druskele, the leader of the Elushu. He wore a dark set of armor, splattered with the blood of his fallen opponents. His war helmet was of a fierce sight, chains dangling all around it, like iron braids. A half-mask visor, with small chains hanging from it, covered the bottom of his face, leaving only the top half of his face open to view as many scars covered it, as if another layer of skin entirely, or no layer of skin. His frozen eyes peaked from within the helmet’s shade, surveying the battlefield below him.
A strange sight was caught by the warlord, a giant, cloaked owl flying above the battlefield. But he was not the only one to have noticed it. Kaimana too had seen the owl, an image which he had immediately recognized as Hoosun, as he shouted to his flying friend, kicking, slicing, and chopping at anyone who crossed his path as he pursued the owl.
Hoosun surveyed the field of warring motion, and saw Kaimana waving him down from the foot of a sandy dune. Pressing hard against the heavy winds, Hoosun landed next to his friend, who was surrounded by his fallen opponents, and informed him of the situation.
After hearing what his friend had told him, Kaimana surveyed the wide spread of spewing dust, and raging winds, as visibility was getting worse. “I don’t see her, Hoosun…where could she be? I can’t believe she came here…”
Hoosun, although understanding of the position of his friend, had to voice a fact of the situation. “She is brave, my friend, after all…she is your daughter. Did you really think she would have stayed back at the Order? She does not seem as cautious as Samana is.”
Kaimana nodded in agreement, but was worried none the less as his friend shared the same feeling. “I know, Hoosun. She is very much a headstrong girl, just like her mother…but at times such as these, this could get her killed. When we find her, I want you to take her away from here the second you get a chance. There isn’t much time left.”
Dormand shook his head in response, and took Daimana by the arm, leading her through the outer ring of warriors as the Elushu started breaking through the ring which was formed around them. Seeing that the Dawn Bringers were being pushed back, Druskele watched approvingly as his horde was piercing the Dawn Bringers fortification. Victory would be his.
Daimana was being led away from the battle, hurriedly, when she saw her father and Hoosun on a sandy dune, only a short run from where she stood.
Breaking away from Dormand’s grip, Daimana raced across the sands. Sandy clouds sputtered from her feet as she trudged her way onward through the mess, the young girl waving her sword to gain her father’s attention.
Druskele was standing on top of his dune. He pulled a very deadly looking blade from its sheath at his side. It was
Dormand shook his head disappointingly. “You’re a child, Daimana, you’re a child. You need to leave here now, quickly, before it happens.”
Daimana was as headstrong as she was brave, and shouted her answer to Dormand. “No.”
Hoosun was beginning to feel tired and broken, but his will was strong, enabling him to continue onward. He had found the battlefield that he was told of by Samana, the Sands of Arndu. Trying to find the child in the mess of battle would be like finding a needle in a hay stack. Even when utilizing his sharp eyes it would be a great challenge.
As the battle roared on, at the top of a sandy dune stood a formidable looking figure. It was Druskele, the leader of the Elushu. He wore a dark set of armor, splattered with the blood of his fallen opponents. His war helmet was of a fierce sight, chains dangling all around it, like iron braids. A half-mask visor, with small chains hanging from it, covered the bottom of his face, leaving only the top half of his face open to view as many scars covered it, as if another layer of skin entirely, or no layer of skin. His frozen eyes peaked from within the helmet’s shade, surveying the battlefield below him.
A strange sight was caught by the warlord, a giant, cloaked owl flying above the battlefield. But he was not the only one to have noticed it. Kaimana too had seen the owl, an image which he had immediately recognized as Hoosun, as he shouted to his flying friend, kicking, slicing, and chopping at anyone who crossed his path as he pursued the owl.
Hoosun surveyed the field of warring motion, and saw Kaimana waving him down from the foot of a sandy dune. Pressing hard against the heavy winds, Hoosun landed next to his friend, who was surrounded by his fallen opponents, and informed him of the situation.
After hearing what his friend had told him, Kaimana surveyed the wide spread of spewing dust, and raging winds, as visibility was getting worse. “I don’t see her, Hoosun…where could she be? I can’t believe she came here…”
Hoosun, although understanding of the position of his friend, had to voice a fact of the situation. “She is brave, my friend, after all…she is your daughter. Did you really think she would have stayed back at the Order? She does not seem as cautious as Samana is.”
Kaimana nodded in agreement, but was worried none the less as his friend shared the same feeling. “I know, Hoosun. She is very much a headstrong girl, just like her mother…but at times such as these, this could get her killed. When we find her, I want you to take her away from here the second you get a chance. There isn’t much time left.”
Dormand shook his head in response, and took Daimana by the arm, leading her through the outer ring of warriors as the Elushu started breaking through the ring which was formed around them. Seeing that the Dawn Bringers were being pushed back, Druskele watched approvingly as his horde was piercing the Dawn Bringers fortification. Victory would be his.
Daimana was being led away from the battle, hurriedly, when she saw her father and Hoosun on a sandy dune, only a short run from where she stood.
Breaking away from Dormand’s grip, Daimana raced across the sands. Sandy clouds sputtered from her feet as she trudged her way onward through the mess, the young girl waving her sword to gain her father’s attention.
Druskele was standing on top of his dune. He pulled a very deadly looking blade from its sheath at his side. It was
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