"You don't think she?" Fjalda looked close to hyperventilating, her eyes all but popping out of her head as she looked from Reynar to Viktor to the others. Reynar took three paces, then shook his head, bending down and holding up a thick mass of flaxen hair high enough for them all to see. "It doesn't look good at all." He growled.308Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYl2gaJjqFe
Reynar jogged after her and groaning, Viktor followed suit, seeing the others hot on his heels. "No, no, no," Fjalda labored with each breath and sounded on the verge of sobbing and once he reached her and Reynar on the treeline, Viktor instantly knew why. It can't be. She's not....308Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzQyXMQW70N
There Marialena lay, face down in the leaves and pine needles, her flaxen hair splayed out in a horrible swathe behind her with blood soaking the grass nearby. "She can't be." Kneeling, he tried to feel for her pulse, but Reynar beat her to it. "She's alive and needs help," As he stared at Mari, his mouth worked several times with no sound coming out. Who would do this? 308Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyUNR2KL6zC
"Viktor, help me." Reynar pushed him to the side and stumbling, Viktor helped him heft Marialena's willowy frame between them and she groaned as they did, causing an uproar in the group, beginning with Kellen and Fjalda and spiraling across the others. "We shouldn't be moving her, it could get worse.." Fjalda's shrill cry rose above the resultant chorus of voices, but Reynar cut her off. "Her only chance is if we get her inside quickly." Heading inside, the rag-tag group immediately met Catherine and Soren Mitharias, who led Reynar and Viktor to an empty bedroom, where they laid Marialena on the bed. As she sunk into the mattress, her eyes fluttered and she began to cough. Blast it. You can't take her from us. Looking up at the ceiling, Viktor clenched both of his fists. We're a family. If she dies, I'll cut down every last one of those soldiers.308Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtfqdAi6KTQ
Burn in the eternal flame, Azarians.
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