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War

Her shaking hands are softly tracing the body of a man lying in front of her. There are sounds of distant fighting thundering in the background, powerful magic being used is charging the air with strange energy, almost as lightning sometimes does. But more powerful. Everything here is somehow more powerful and she feels powerless, useless, absolutely worthless. But maybe not now.

The man is bleeding heavily, his armour is badly damaged and so is his body underneath. He’s dirty and barely breathing and she can see the colour of his cloth, but she doesn’t care. Her calling, her religion, her entire being needs to save this man from certain death and the golden shine from underneath her fingers is doing just that.

That is, until a harsh voice coming from behind her startles her and she stops.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” the soldier snaps at her and grabs her arm, dragging her to her feet. His eyes see the dark blue around her neck – the same as he has. Maybe that’s the only reason why he didn’t shoot on sight.

“I’m-“

“Those are enemy colours, woman! Are you helping them?!”

“No! I’m… I’m saving a life, that’s it-“

“You’re saving an enemy life,” he growls and lets go of her arm. He lifts his other hand holding a crossbow and in a second there is a bolt sticking out of the dead soldier’s forehead.

With a terrified shriek, she turns around and covers her mouth.

“Go back to the tents,” the voice behind her says and then she only hears footsteps getting further away from her.

Legs slowly, shakily carry her back, her body forces her to function, but she feels her bruised soul shattering a bit more. The soul of a nephilim is a strong one, but maybe not strong enough to withstand this, to walk through this… and she misses home terribly… 

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