Ilisit...Ilisit...
Ohtaredan's brow knitted tight and his lips pressed together tighter as he ran forward, passing people carried on stretchers, looking for Herebrand. Where was his captain? He needed him now...again...
He found him, following along the line, his eyes on the girl Laurel, who was straining to carry her load of weapons and medical paraphernalia. His pace suddenly quickened. Ohtaredan stopped moving.
"H-Herebrand!" he called, waving his hand lifelessly for his captain to come back.
Herebrand turned and his face metamorphosed into pure dread as he took in Ohtaredan's face.
"It is," Ohtaredan began, but it was clear that Herebrand already knew what he meant. The exchange that followed was one of the most heartwrenching things Ohtaredam had ever participated in.
*****
"Spread the word."
His captain's instructions still jostled about in his head.
They were going for the last stand, the last fight! They would defend the people as they had promised, to the death of themselves, if needs be! Ilisit would not have died in vain, nor any of the others. Ohtaredan's pace quickened, with anticipation this time.
[ September 10, 2003: Message edited by: The Ruling Ring ]
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