"Stay close, there is no telling what we might find here."
Traveling with a small group of assorted people from Union and the surrounding areas, Cordelia had grown used to leading larger bands. The past hardly resurfaced in her mind these days, and even then it was a fleeting memory rather than a crippling handicap. The first few steps into the cavern were uneventful. But, pressing further in, her head felt faint, and the world began to fall away; she gripped her spear tightly as the lantern-light behind her flickered, then finally blew out.
To the casual observer, the redhead merely stopped, and the houndoom standing beside her growled low, ears flattened against his head. However happened to be holding the light would find it still lit.
Her world was dark, and the knight looked around wildly. "Be ready, something is coming--" She stopped, abruptly, a faint light flickering in the distance. Gently motioning them forward, Cordelia led the way, not seeming to hear any beckoning words from her comrades. Edging toward the light, she readied her warp band, prepared for the worst.
The worst, however, was not what she saw there.
Blood. Broken weapons. Death. She recognized their faces, mangled and distorted. Luke and Asch. James. Yuuna. Martin. The party she traveled with. Her eyes wide in disbelief, she looked over the scene, finally stopping on the fallen lantern light, and the person lying beside it.
He was turned away from her, silver hair caked with red and brown, a familiar sword tossed aside, left hand reaching out for a fallen, likewise stained, tome; the ring on his left hand matched her own. Her spear fell with a clatter on the ground.
"No," Cordelia's voice caught in her throat. Houndoom barked at her side, trying to get the woman's attention, but she didn't hear him, slowly, stiffly, stepping forward.
OTA
Traveling with a small group of assorted people from Union and the surrounding areas, Cordelia had grown used to leading larger bands. The past hardly resurfaced in her mind these days, and even then it was a fleeting memory rather than a crippling handicap. The first few steps into the cavern were uneventful. But, pressing further in, her head felt faint, and the world began to fall away; she gripped her spear tightly as the lantern-light behind her flickered, then finally blew out.
To the casual observer, the redhead merely stopped, and the houndoom standing beside her growled low, ears flattened against his head. However happened to be holding the light would find it still lit.
Her world was dark, and the knight looked around wildly. "Be ready, something is coming--" She stopped, abruptly, a faint light flickering in the distance. Gently motioning them forward, Cordelia led the way, not seeming to hear any beckoning words from her comrades. Edging toward the light, she readied her warp band, prepared for the worst.
The worst, however, was not what she saw there.
Blood. Broken weapons. Death. She recognized their faces, mangled and distorted. Luke and Asch. James. Yuuna. Martin. The party she traveled with. Her eyes wide in disbelief, she looked over the scene, finally stopping on the fallen lantern light, and the person lying beside it.
He was turned away from her, silver hair caked with red and brown, a familiar sword tossed aside, left hand reaching out for a fallen, likewise stained, tome; the ring on his left hand matched her own. Her spear fell with a clatter on the ground.
"No," Cordelia's voice caught in her throat. Houndoom barked at her side, trying to get the woman's attention, but she didn't hear him, slowly, stiffly, stepping forward.