79 Crying Nigh (1/2)

”Daddy!!” Andria cried out.

Tears welling up in her eyes, Andria scampered to her feet and ran over to her bastion, arms flailing and legs tripping in her haste. With a last leap, Andria landed in her father's comforting hands, squeezing her own wee ones around his large waist as she cried pitifully in his chest.

”Little An...” Alexander's pained voice croaked out as she patted her head, only now noticing that it was actually much shorter than it should be. With trepidation, Alexander gripped his daughter by the shoulder's and pulled her back from their hug and was distraught by the bruises now littering her body and the blood leaking from her nose and the several cuts covering her.

”Alexander!” Lexa limped over to their side as well before plopping down next to them, her body aching too much to push her on much further. Alexander gave her a tight smile before returning his attention to his daughter.

”You are safe now, all the bad things will disappear soon...” Alexander gave Andria the most comforting smile he could squeeze out at this heart wrenching moment before tapping her softly on her glabella.

Andria tried her best to return her father's smile when suddenly she felt her consciousness give way. Her ragged head lulled backwards as her eyes closed slowly into rest, her body turning limp in her father's hands.

”Whoa.” Lexa muttered, rather surprised by the act.

”She does not need to see this.” Alexander spoke with tight lips as he laid Andria comfortably to rest on the ground before looking at Lexa with a warm smile. ”Stay next to her, it would be nice for her to see you first if she were to awaken.”

”Hmm.” Lexa hummed, turning her attention towards the sleeping Andria. She was sleeping so peacefully now, greatly contrasting with their last hour of tragedy. Only, Lexa knew that things won't be so peaceful when Andria woke back up. The things that happened to her will not be so easily forgotten, sadly...

Taking Alexander's words to heart, Lexa used the last of her strength and crawled onto her partner's chest and rested there, feeling the lulling effect of her rising and falling chest as she breathed in her sleep.

Alexander gave the cat one last nod before returning his attention to the large crowd several steps in front of them, who all stood still as a great pressure continuously pressed down on them. Some of the weaker one's were even having trouble standing under this great weight, their knees buckling and sweat drenching their tattered clothing.

”I-it's over...” Savre stuttered, his jaw shaking in his mad fear.

”You are lucky I am not a cruel person!!” Alexander growled.

With the flip of his right hand, a long spear suddenly formed into being in his clenching grip. This spear was incredibly long, a metallic black with intricate golden runes travelling across its polished surface. At the tip of the pole, ice blue fur flowed constantly in the wind as if under water. Its blade was incredibly sharp, extending several ft in length and glowing in a dull ice blue colour.