[Judith is very good at being alone. The Great Circle had taught her well - if she wouldn't conform, she would be cut off. But she doesn't want to be alone for this. Not again. So she presses back, pulling back from this memory to watch as if from an outsider's perspective as she reaches out to take Flynn's hand.
It happened within a day. An earthquake she now knew was an explosion, the empty silence. A war that descended upon Mt Temza, without a single citizen being aware.
And then screaming that wasn't her own.
She could never forget this day.
She remembers the smell of the blood all too well, sharp and acrid in her throat. The weapons shack was littered with bodies, Krityan upon Krityan, desperately clinging to the one thing that could possibly save them, except so torn apart by fear and anguish they couldn't even try.
She remembers of the squelch of blood beneath her feet, the dark shadows slithering across the night. She had grasped a spear in her hand - surprisingly light and easy for a child to hold - and shaken in fear.
But Judith had always been an unusual one.
When the first wave of monsters descended she had drawn on the powers inscribed in the spear and moved.
Monster blood spilled across the floor, dying it a deeper red, its scent overwhelming. But even at nine, she was relentless, moving until she couldn't anymore.
And the cause of that--
A larger gray monster emerges from the crowd, an assortment of items clinging to its body.
A doll, dripping with blood.
Nelni.
Judith gasps, writhing in agony in her sleep. But in this liminal space, they can escape. So she shoves them both away, as the claws descended upon her nine year old helpless body.
nononoNO.
Run, run, move--a flash of blue, a dragon's roar, searing flames and it's all over.
And they're both falling, far far away from that day where everyone had gone and left her behind]
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It happened within a day. An earthquake she now knew was an explosion, the empty silence. A war that descended upon Mt Temza, without a single citizen being aware.
And then screaming that wasn't her own.
She could never forget this day.
She remembers the smell of the blood all too well, sharp and acrid in her throat. The weapons shack was littered with bodies, Krityan upon Krityan, desperately clinging to the one thing that could possibly save them, except so torn apart by fear and anguish they couldn't even try.
She remembers of the squelch of blood beneath her feet, the dark shadows slithering across the night. She had grasped a spear in her hand - surprisingly light and easy for a child to hold - and shaken in fear.
But Judith had always been an unusual one.
When the first wave of monsters descended she had drawn on the powers inscribed in the spear and moved.
Monster blood spilled across the floor, dying it a deeper red, its scent overwhelming. But even at nine, she was relentless, moving until she couldn't anymore.
And the cause of that--
A larger gray monster emerges from the crowd, an assortment of items clinging to its body.
A doll, dripping with blood.
Nelni.
Judith gasps, writhing in agony in her sleep. But in this liminal space, they can escape. So she shoves them both away, as the claws descended upon her nine year old helpless body.
nononoNO.
Run, run, move--a flash of blue, a dragon's roar, searing flames and it's all over.
And they're both falling, far far away from that day where everyone had gone and left her behind]