Chapter 6 - Events Of The Past Coinciding With The Present 2/2 (1/2)
”Ahhh!”
The shrill cry resonated in the still night air, startling Versailles out of her daze. She hurriedly looked around her but found nothing.
Deciding it was time to leave, she ran through the woods towards her Wain and jumped on it without a pause in her step. Lightning flashed across the dark sky and the horrified howls of wild beasts resonated in the cool night air.
Something was terribly wrong. She could feel in her gut.
”Pita? Pera?” She called out the names of her closest confidantes, hoping they had followed when she suddenly ran off.
However, there was no response.
'Something is definitely wrong.'
She pulled hard on the reins in her hands, sprinting back to the cave.
The moment she arrived, her vision turned dark.
”No. No. No!” She internally screamed as she jumped off her Wain, stumbling her way to the cave.
The sight made her stomach turn, her heart-wrenching in pain.
Blood. Blood was everywhere.
The blood of the ones that followed her, was everywhere. She could not tell where one person's corpse began and the other ended.
All she knew was that everything was over.
Just as she had wished.
But this was not the ending she wanted.
Her head throbbed like a drum, her heart thumping in her chest like a thousand nails were being hammered into it, the anguish so agonizingly painful.
However, not a single tear fell from her eyes.
She did not feel like she had the right to cry.
Most definitely not after wanting everything to end a while ago.
”Huaaa.”
Breathing became arduous as she gasped like a fish out of the water, falling on her knees.
Scrambling through the pool of blood, she cried in search of a familiar face.
”Pita, Marn, Anta!” But no answer came.
”Anta, Marn, Pera!” Madly shrieking, blood splashed on her pale face, giving her a ghostly appearance.
”Eona, get out of here…” The feeble groan came from deep in the dark, breaking her mournful cries.
She numbly scurried towards the sound, denial the only force driving her forward.
Denial of the irrevocable tragedy.
”Nothing can happen to them.” She repeated to herself as she reached one of her fervent supporters.
”Marn, Pita, Pera, Anta, where are they?” She anxiously asked. But before the man could answer, an eerie voice filled with bloodlust and cruelty entered her ears.
”Kekekeke.....Aren't you a pretty little thing?” It cackled with sinister darkness.
”Leave her alone,” Croaked out the wounded man.
However, Versailles heard nothing, saw nothing but red.
She felt the sinister presence around her, but her mind was blank. She smelt the metallic scent of blood, but her heart was dark.
It was a long while later, after the shriek of the last remaining man pierced her eardrums, that her red vision cleared and her mind registered what her eyes were seeing.
The mangled bodies of her beloved friends and protectors were piled together, their blue and dark clothing the only thing separating them from the rest of the troop. Their blood flowed like a broken dam, forming a red river under her trembling body.
In the instant the horrified howl left her throat, seven-colored lightning flashed across the black sky, directly smashing onto her blood-soaked figure.
”Why?”
Was the last word that came out of her blood-soaked lips before her vision turned black.
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Stranded in an unfamiliar land, Versailles ran as fast as she could, trying to outrun the shadows relentlessly chasing after her.
Her white sari got caught in the branches of the dark trees. When she yanked it free, she fell roughly on the black ground.
Forcing herself back onto her feet, she started into a stumbling sprint again. The pain slowed her down, blurring her vision. But she could not stop.