The peace that formerly reigned in Terra Nova has eroded, now little more than a memory. War ravages the continent. Disputes divide kingdoms; ideals divide families. The quest for power consumes absolutely and indiscriminately. None are immune to its allure.
Who will rise and who will fall? Only time—and ambition—will tell.
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Danior and Tempest had talked about getting the small Dresmondi back from Coheed. The little one with the head of curls and the little electric genet at her side, Kezia and Raiden. Danior remembered her and he had seen the pain that Tempest, her driver, had been in when the Dresmondi had regrouped back under the earth. Under the camp of Coheed. They knew it would be risky. That this could very well be something that they wouldn't be able to pull off just yet. She had been taken hours and hours ago now and their first task would be trying to locate the pair. To make sure they were still alive.
A message went through the tunnels underground to see if there were any volunteers for the first part of their mission. They wanted aerial support, figuring it would be the best to try and scout out the tents over head. They got the support from two pairs, a bat and an elf owl dyr. They were given the warning before hand that this was not some easy task. And that this was not without risk. One of them was only a teenager, but one that knew Kezia and wanted to help. The mission was simple in the objective: locate Kezia and Raiden. Once they were able to do that, they'd plan on having a larger aerial dyr (but not by much) drop in a small rodent to try and scout it out further.
The bat and elf owl searched for hours, being let out of the ground by an earth elementalist. They had started to grow tired when they heard something. A woman's scream. One that made them hear the deeply rooted pain that was in the call. It drew them closer towards the center of the mass of tents. Looking for any sign of the Dresmondi pair. And the only thing that gave a possible spot away was a heavily guarded tent. One that might be holding something precious, something of high value.
His tent was close enough that he could hear the screams. His enhanced hearing didn’t help. For the first time, Yoren yearned for a different gift. He couldn’t see or smell pain.
Yoren, too, was alone. His son slept with the other men, to teach him discipline, humility. Yoren was glad for the distance as he lay away on his mat, eyes digging into the dark flaps of the tent above. He did not want his son to see the doubt and fear he felt. This task was too great, he thought. The Dresmondi, too powerful. He had been confident coming in, bolstered by Coheed’s strength and the legions of men at his back. But when his enemies could control the earth and sky? He needed something to turn the tides of war, and all he had gotten from Kezia was misery. He closed his eyes, though he was wide awake.
It was then that he recognized that the cries had stopped. The girl’s screams had suddenly left the make-shift Coheedian village echoing with silence. He sat up, suddenly, ears training. The tent was just a few tents away by design; Yoren was paranoid about his prisoner, and he was worried that his men might not respect his orders to leave her alone. He couldn't afford a slip-up there; he needed the woman to be unbroken if she was to be of use to him. Relatively unbroken, at least.
Yoren focused his hearing, fixating on the tent where he knew her to be. He could hear a shuffling, a slight sloshing of water, but he couldn't tell if the sounds were coming from the small Dresmondi or from his men stationed outside. He stood, suddenly alarmed. Had something happened to Kezia? With a few determined steps, he threw open the flap to his tent and made his way into the open night air.
The bat and elf owl were able to slowly locate where the sounds were coming from, staying high up in the sky and using the nighttime darkness to cloak them, they would use their mix of visual and sound waves to see what was going on. What they did spot was a man who had left his tent abruptly and stalked towards one in particular. The one that they were thinking help the small Adoi teacher who was taken from her people.
Both would watch and circle silently over head and following the man to the tent that he went to before gliding back to their people to fully relay what had happened.
The Elf Owl person spoke first once they were securely safe underground. "She's alive and held in the center of the camp, the leader seems to be checking in on her. We do not know how she is being held inside the tent though. The tent is well guarded though but that was all we could tell from above," was what the younger one said. They were worried and it made Tempest bite her thumb as the one with the Bat nodded in agreement.
"Danior, we need to see inside the tent, if nothing else to gauge how they are holding her and show her that we have not forgotten her," she told him as she would find someone who had a rat. Something common among war time when dead bodies were common.
Tempest would get an ore elementalist who had a rat and would hand it a small blip of metal before going to the Elf Owl boy, "Have him drop her in and keep an eye out for when she comes back out. We don't want to lose any of you ok?" she told him as she held a finger up and wrote the tiniest note for Kezia.
'We will save you, T' and wrapped it around the metal before giving it back, "Take the note back after ok? We don't want them to know that we've been inside their camp at all. Quickly now and be as stealthy as you can," she told them as they would go to carry out part two of this while Tempest bit her thumb and paced.
Outside the tent, the guards, too, were noticing Kezia’s cries fade. Two of them glanced at each other, a silent question flickering between them. One opened the flap, using his enhanced sight to stare through the darkness at the woman. “She is fine,” he said to his companion, a note of relief in his voice. “She is washing herself.”
The second guard grunted. “Finally,” he said with a sneer. The first guard did not answer, but he tensed. “In fact, I’ll pay her a visit now. See that pretty face without all the mud,” said the man, turning towards the tent’s door.
“The Chief said no one was to touch her,” the first guard said, voice rising in slight panic.
The second guard grunted again. He was the elder of the two, the larger, and the first guard shrank back at his snarl. “Selfish. Why should he be the only one to enjoy the spoils of war?” And with that, he disappeared into the tent.
Kezia's eyes had probably been closed for a few seconds when she heard the voices grow louder. Outside the tent, it was always a mumble to her when they spoke. Their voices dulled by the hide that was making the tent. But now, it was clear, and her eyes flickered open as she looked through the darkness. The fire of her torch was out, and all she could see were shadows in the light that was let in front outside. She glanced towards the last spot she had seen Raiden and he seemed to have felt the shift in the atmosphere as well.
She scrambled to her feet, her body aching from the fall she had taken when Yoren had yanked her from her perch to the hours she spent trying to get herself free. Her back was in the corner as the gate swung open and her heart rate increased with each menacing step that was taken towards her. "What are you doing?" Her voice cracked, hoarse from her agony earlier.
Her hand went out in front of her instinctively as she turned her head towards Raiden. "Raiden!" She yelped out as the figure grabbed her arm and yanked her away from the cage bars. But Raiden wasn't there to save her. He was cowering in the corner, growling and hissing with his hair raised and teeth chattering in discomfort.
Danior waited for the news just as Tempest did. Though with a sense of calm about him. He had told himself to not get his hopes up. She could be dead. Or worse for all they knew. And he was not about to start sending off what little the Dresmondi had on a suicide mission. Or at least he would not suggest it. Late into the night, after he had dozed off, he got word that they had found her. In the middle of the tents.
It brought a frown to his face, this was hard as it was. Now they had location issues. It was smart on Coheed's part. He looked at Tempest as she said they needed to get into the tent to see her, and he nodded his head lightly. "Only willing volunteers. We cannot guarantee their dyr's safety." He warned her. He knew that she was smart, but she was also passionate. And by trying to save one of her own, she was now risking others. At least let them be willing.
He wasn't sure how he felt about the idea of the note. But he understood that she wanted to give the girl hope. They were looking into this. They had not forgotten her. The dyr's had a heavy task. And he wasn't sure how far the elf owl would be able to carry that rat, as it seemed to almost be the same size as him. "Do we not have another? I don't think the owl can carry the rat." He said quietly to Tempest before they left.
The guard laughed as Kezia called out for her animal. He was glad to see them collared, thank the Gods. The creature was nothing now, unlike those fearsome things that had rained lightning and fire down on them on the battlefield.
The man was brute strength. When his hand closed around her arm, he jerked her towards him, pulling her body against his and holding her there with two clawing hands. His face was set in a nasty sneer, breath hot against her face. “I didn’t know they made them so pretty in Dresmond,” he growled, eyes wandering down to her lips.
Meanwhile, Yoren stood at the edge of his tent, hesitating. Perhaps it was a mistake to go back to the woman. He’d already felt his resolve sliding, his bloodlust wane. It was weakness for a Coheedian; he was a man, not a woman. This was war, not a game. It was life or death. He bit his lip in frustration and turned his attention back to the tent, just in time to hear Kezia’s voice.
"Danior, owls are a lot stronger than they look and he just needs to get him close enough to the tent. Do you think he can do it?" she would ask Elf Owls human who looked from the plump rat to the owl before nodding some.
"He says he can lift him just long enough to get him close," Elf Owl told them and she would nod at that before looking to the Rat's person. She would pull them into a hug, knowing this was not easy in the slightest for them.
"I will have Alva outside as an emergency plan," she told them, promising her own protection should it come to it. She could not ask them to risk their dyrs without also risking her own and Alva agreed with her.
So they left, out from the earth the little owl would grab the rat and carry it as close to the camp as they dared to get before dropping him as close as he could without any people in sight. With the aid of night, it was a bit easier to silently swoop in and drop the rat before the owl took back off to glide up in the skies while the rat started his mission to scurry towards where they had been told to go.
It took the rat a few minutes of running to come across the tent and looking for a way inside with the guards stationed outside of it, nose twitching as he would go for where the tent spike had the edge lifted just enough that he could bolt and slip inside. Once in, the Rat would start to relay everything he was seeing to her person.
Kezia in the cage alive, Raiden cowering in the corner, a man in the cage with her and collars around their necks. The rat would only stay to watch, hiding in the shadows and now creeping out because it wasn't safe but she wanted to see what was going on and if she would be able to even give the metal to Kezia or if she would have to leave and report back her failure and what was happening and that she couldn't help or that she managed to give something to Kezia and helped. It was a waiting and watching game now.
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Her small frame was tugged around as if she weighed nothing. Her eyes wide as she started to make out the features on his face with the close distance. She struggled against his bruising hold as he spoke. The moment his eyes flicked down to her lips, she spit in his face. Legs kicking at him as she tried to get away. “Let me go!” she demanded, her nose scrunching and lip twisting upwards in disgust. Yoren said no one was to touch her. And it seemed that was a lie.
The words made Yoren’s blood run cold. He was only a few tents away, and he practically sprinted to the prisoner’s tent. He stopped at its entrance. With only one guard outside. “Where is he?” Yoren snarled. The look on the other guard’s face gave enough away.
The anger that flashed through Yoren was unlike anything he’d felt before. His orders, disobeyed. His name, disrespected. Was this what his men really thought of him? That his words were suggestions? Would all of them be so bold as to defy him? Did they think him a joke? A chief undeserving of his power, unjustly thrust into his position by the bad luck of his predecessors? And now, he marched into a country with thousands and still he could not bring Dresmond to its knees. In a matter of seconds, his blood turned from ice to fire. He was unarmed, but his guard was not. With an inhumanely fast snatch, he ripped the man’s spear out of his hand and entered the tent.
Inside the tent, the man laughed, Kezia’s spit dripping down his face.Releasing her, he'd give her a hard shove in an attempt to send her flying to the ground. If he was successful, he'd take a few menacing steps forward as his hand reached down to his belt. But after a few steps, a spurt of blood stopped him. With surprise, the man looked down to see a spear head emerging from his chest.
There was one thing Kezia had always been told about the men of Coheed. Never get into a fight with them hand to hand. And they had been right. Her spit and attempts to kick him had only seemed to humor the man more than make him want to leave her be. His shove was hard, sending her crashing to the floor. Her head whipping up to him as she scrambled against the dirt floor under her, trying to put as much distance between him and herself. Her body angling to still protect Raiden in the corner.
Her eyes flashed to his belt and the blood drained from her face. Kezia knew she couldn't fight him off if he pinned her down. And that would leave her completely helpless. Somehow, tears popped into her eyes, a soft noise left her throat. As if she was going to try crying out for help. But who would come to her rescue. Clearly the guards didn't care. They had let him in and they would have heard her.
Her fingers dug into the dirt as she went to back up further and then there was a sick noise that pierced the air. Metal zipping through the air, and then a crunching noise. Something hit her face, causing her to close her eyes and wince away. Then peaking back up at him, watching the man hit his knees as he stared at the protrusion in the center of his chest. She scrambled to her feet, and tried to put more distance between her and the man. Her breathing rapid and her heart pounding in her ears as she looked towards where the spear had come from. This shadow looking more familiar. "Yoren?" The question left her on a whisper.
Yoren hardly heard Kezia before he was upon the man, a swift kick to his back bringing him from his knees to his stomach, where blood seeped from his wound and soaked the dirt floor. Yoren was in a rage now, his face twisted with anger. He was more hungry for blood than he’d ever been on a battlefield. This was personal.
Yoren’s foot pressed down on the man’s back and he gripped the spear and twisted. The man let out a roar of pain, but Yoren only gritted his teeth and twisted harder. Let his screams wake up the others, he thought. Let the whole army know what happens to those who defied him. He was a Chief.
His eyes flashed to Kezia, almost as if he just remembered she was there. “Did he touch you?” He said in a low growl. Before she had time to answer, he repeated, “Did he touch you?”
Kezia knew death. She had brought it upon others. She was a member of Adoi, which meant she had clashed at the border before. But she wanted it over with quick. She believed in a swift death, not dragging things out. This was startling though, and yet she knew that the man deserved every bit of it. If Yoren was their Chief, then the man had deliberately disobeyed him. And that was clearly punishable by death.
The yell of pain had her head twist away from them, closing her eyes tightly until she heard Yoren speak again. Her heart was still pounding in her chest as she turned her eyes to him. She couldn't answer him fast enough before he pressed again. Her hands grazed over her arms when he had held her. She was sure that bruises would form there shortly. Her eyes locking with Yoren's. She nodded her head. Either way, the man was as good as dead anyway. Even if she was unsure of what exactly he was looking for. Literal touch or had he actually dishonored her in another way. He was going to, if Yoren hadn't shown up.
The man was close to death anyway. Even if Yoren wanted to let him live, the blood mixing with the dirt was proof that Yoren’s aim had been true. At Kezia’s answer, he pulled the spear from the man’s back with a great heave before plunging the spear into his victim once, twice, three more times. Yoren's body tensed with the outrage. Had he made a mistake in leaving Kezia here? Had he been too late? Were there others?
“Guard!” Yoren roared, and the remaining guard hustled into the tent, fear plain over his young features. With a final pull of his spear, Yoren pulled the spear free of the first guard, who now gurgled and spluttered out his last breath.
Yoren turned to the remaining guard, expression dark. He left the cage, leaving the door open and the body of the man inside. Pointing his spear at the guard, he barked out a command. “On your knees,” he said.
Kezia didn't look away, she watched the way Yoren handled this man. A man who once was loyal to Yoren, who had fought under his command, who possibly slaughtered Dresmondi. The rage that rushed over him... she felt it charge the area around them. The hair on the back of her neck standing up as she watched him rip the spear from the good as dead man who had attacked her. She was unable to look away from him. He was terrifying, and yet, she couldn't pull her eyes from him even if she wanted to.
In a way, it was distracting enough to dampen the ache that was in her chest. The one that she was reminded of as she looked for Raiden as Yoren moved out of the cage. She desperately looked around the cage but she didn't see the little genet. And then she rush to the man on the ground as Yoren yelled for the other guard. She used what strength she had and rolled him over, in search for the striped and spotted fur of her dyr. "Raiden?" She called out.
She scrambled out of the cage, the door left wide open by the idiotic Coheed man who was now dead. She wasn't even sure when he had left. She wasn't connected to him to know. Had he slipped away at the beginning? During the rage stabbing? He couldn't have gone that far. She grabbed Yoren's arm desperately, knowing that he was the only one who'd be able to help her. "Raiden is gone!" She looked up at him with panic in her eyes. If he ran away... she will have truly lost him forever.