“It’s the end…” she murmured, tears filling her eyes as she sank to her knees among the dead bodies of her comrades.
“…all of our efforts…” continued Cadmus, though he could not hear her from across the field of blood.
“…in vain…” whispered Sisily, tears cutting through the blood and mud on her face.
“…our glorious dream…” mumbled Omni, letting his sword fall into the mud.
“…has come to an end…” gasped Paren, clutching at a deep gash in his side.
“…all our efforts…” sighed Jarde through the blood welling into his throat.
“…wasted.” finished Simi, grip white on her quarterstaff. The seven friends stared up at the gathering tempest, the moon glowing maniacally through the cloud cover.
A long, low howl was voiced across the moor. The werewolves were creeping from their hiding places in the bloodied heather, looking even more terrifying then before; their fangs inches long, fur dripping with blood mingled with rain, eyes bloodshot, tortured by the approaching doom. They ignored the seven warriors, instead converging inside the loose circle of the Paladins, whining in pain, drawn to the site by ancient, cursed Magic.
A weeping howl wrent the night as Tide and Artemis began circling each other above the werewolves’ heads, crying the Phoenix Lament that Sisily had foretold, their broken wings bleeding dew across the wretched skulls of the man-wolves.
Mooncalves came skittering across the field, stopping with the werewolves and bawling piteously, their cries mixing with that of the phoenix’ and creating a melody that touched the souls of the remaining warriors.
The moon broke through the clouds, and a roaring sound filled the air, blocking out everything but the Phoenix Lament.
“Damn you, Crypha.” murmured Locke, Sisily, Simi, Jarde, Paren, Omni, Cadmus, closing their eyes to their fate.
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:Sweatdrop: Yeah....uh....this is just something I was "doodling" on. Not connected to any of my other stories. Based off Dark Cloud 2, Dream Spiral, and the last episode of Princess Nine (the scattered dialogue part).
Comments, reviews, critiques, all welcomed.
~Sumi Inkheart
