Battles and Scars--Part 3 of 5

Fiction By Erin // 7/20/2009

I'm extending it to five parts. I hope no one decides to strangle me (*cough Bridget *coughcough OFG*).

Part 3:

Lyre was released two days after Tifa's death, leaving an extremely unhappy Aurelius behind in the Healers' Tent. The battle still raged on, and Oriole (who was released within hours of her arrival) informed Lyre that the People were on the winning side.

It was a horrible blow. The Healers' Tent was far up at the very peak of the mountainside, so it was less of a chance that it could be hurt, so therefore none of the patients got much information of what was going on.

"Lyre, we must continue on as if we are the leading side," said Oriole encouragingly, her large blue eyes urgent. "If you get a negative aura going, there is no way we will win!" 

Lyre nodded with a rather hard expression on her delicate face. To avenge Tifa, Lyre thought, staring around at the raging battle. Fire flew everywhere and many bleeding and burnt bodies strewn the forest floor, both fairy and non. It was a terrible sight, but Lyre tried desperately to think positively as she and Oriole flew down into it, Oriole brandishing a sword and Lyre clutching her beloved bow. She winced slightly as she stretched her arm forward and pulled back the string, for a sharp pain had just been sent quickly down her back and through her was-bent wing.

Lyre released the string and swiftly readied herself with another flaming arrow, carefully observing where she should aim next. Then she heard horrible death screams, and knew where to shoot.

She flew lower and to the right, where fairies were bleeding and People standing over them with bloody swords. Lyre recognized one fairy, but just barely since his normally bronze face was quickly becoming pale. Lyre furiously shot her arrow at the People, who leapt with incredible agility out of the way. Oriole wasn't far behind her. Soon Tenton--the recognizable fairy--would be dead.

"ORIOLE!! ORIOLE! FAIRIES DOWN!" Lyre bellowed behind her. Oriole, wide eyed and fearful, came flying down to the earth where Tenton and the other two fairies lyed. She scooped up a small maiden fairy, yelled for some stronger men fairies to get Tenton and the other. Relieved, Lyre didn't notice the sword that was plunging for her rib on the side with the scarred eye, not till the cold metal began to pierce her flesh, which made her scream louder than she ever had and shoot the flaming arrow towards her attacker. Then, limp with pain and shock, she collapsed to the ground silently, feeling her shallow, quick breathing, and watching her fellow Fairies fall to the ground not far away.

Comments

How could you?!?!?!?! Ok I

How could you?!?!?!?! Ok I won't be coming after you quite yet....I'll go find a pitchfork and THEN I'LL COME AFTER YOU!!!! She'd better not be dead *Glares nastily and then disolves into giggles* JK lol

Ariel | Mon, 07/20/2009

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"To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme. No great and enduring volume can ever be written on the flea, though many there be that have tried it." -- Herman Melville

Eeeeekkk!! Please, no

Eeeeekkk!! Please, no pitchforks!!! LOL :-D

Erin | Mon, 07/20/2009

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

 As much as I share your

 As much as I share your sentiments, OFG, I think we should wait until the story is over.  I want to read it all first.  (Besides, then we'll have even more reason to bring out kerosene and torches, and, um... pitchforks.)

Bridget | Wed, 07/22/2009

"I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question." - Harun Yahya

There ya go, wait till it's

There ya go, wait till it's over. Goodness, you should listen to this girl, OFG!! Now, let's not get hasty here, Bridget.....Really, torches?.....A bit much?....

Erin | Wed, 07/22/2009

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

I shall restrain myself...at

I shall restrain myself...at least until the end of the story :P But I INSIST on having pitchforks!!!! It wouldn't be right without them. :P :D :)

Ariel | Thu, 07/23/2009

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"To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme. No great and enduring volume can ever be written on the flea, though many there be that have tried it." -- Herman Melville

Right you are, and so we

Right you are, and so we shall have them.  But torches and kerosene would be a nice touch, don't you think?  Erin, if you would like to avoid..................... unpleasant things, you may want to think of a very good ending.

Bridget | Thu, 07/23/2009

"I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question." - Harun Yahya

I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!!!!!

I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!!!!! It'll end happily (maaayyybbbeeee, ;-) lol. Please, I think that I would rather have pitchforks!!! Lol :-D

Erin | Thu, 07/23/2009

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

What's this about finishing

What's this about finishing happily?  It isn't even finishing!  You aren't abandoning it, are you?  And what happened to Shayde?

Bridget | Thu, 11/19/2009

"I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question." - Harun Yahya

Unfortunately, I think that

Unfortunately, I think that this one died. But Shayde is still stirring. I'm just taking my time on the chapter.....

Erin | Thu, 11/19/2009

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

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