What to do we do, sister Edeth? I'm afraid," said little Odeth, suddenly shivering.
"It'll be alright, Odeth." Edeth said, calming her younger sister down, from the constant and the repeated sound of the alert gong. Edeth knew that the attackers should be roughly four thousand in number or even more.
Unfortunately, the number of men in her town is estimated as one‑third of that. She took deep breaths, dispersing her fearful thoughts as she lifted her sister Odeth and kept her on the horse Manny.
"Odeth," she said, "listen to me, my dear beloved sister, you must ride as far away as you can. Don't stop until you are far, far away from this place, alright?"
Odeth, who had begun to cry, hugged her sister tight. Edeth hugged her crying sister, consoling her as she removed her white dagger from her repertoire and handed it to Odeth along with a bag of pure gold.
"Be safe, Odeth," she said as she fastened Odeth's grip on the horse. Manny began to gallop into the thick woods with Odeth on the back waving goodbye to her sister. Edeth waved back as a drop of tear fell from her eyes.
Encouraging herself, she ran back towards the village square where she was sure all the rest were gathered.
The men fought gallantly with honor but one by one they all fell. All the women and children had gathered in the village square, some praying, others weeping as they all sat in the open field.
Up ahead, a few of the enemy survivors of the battle began to walk down towards where they were. The men who guarded the women and children launched forward aiming for a well‑calculated attack, but were slaughtered like goats running into fire.
They began approaching. Edeth held her mother's hands tightly as she gazed at Olivia and Gwenneth along with her brethren.
Fear and sorrow filled their eyes with utter despair. She assured them that they'll be fine and that they shouldn't worry.
All the enemies coming towards them halted and formed two separate lines, emerging from their middle were the ones who led the invasion along with some other men.
They wore pitch‑black armor with red skull masks that covered their faces. Edeth knew who they were; they were the rebellious group who have constantly waged war against the king so they could rule the kingdom for themselves.
It was secretly led by the king's uncle. She closed her eyes hoping this was just one of her stupid imaginations. But reality struck her hard when she heard a familiar voice yelling.
It was Olivia's father, blood gushing from his body as he gritted in pain. He was brought along with other terribly injured men who managed to stay alive. One by one they were killed in front of their wives and children. Edeth's face became blank when she saw them kill Olivia's father.
At that moment she had seen enough, she stood. Her mother tugged her cloth back and gestured hysterically for her to stop in her tracks.
To Edeth, her town had been destroyed, the kingdom would at most fall by dawn, and she didn't care any longer about some barbaric traditions. She stepped forward, each footstep drawing closer towards the rebels felt like a countdown to a bomb.
She gripped her hands tightly in bitter rage, grabbed her bow at unseen speed, nocked and fired.
The atmosphere went still as the arrow tore through the air like an eagle heading towards its prey. It entered the head of the man that struck Olivia's father.
"You bitch!" One of the men yelled, aiming an iron arrow at her and shot it in retaliation. The arrow pierced through the air straight up heading for Edeth's heart.
To their utmost shock she caught it mid‑way, with one hand, showing her intense speed and wrath, she broke it into shackles with that same hand.
The men were stunned at this sight. Ten, twelve, seventeen of them fired their arrows. She dodged, sliding on the ground like it was made of wet glass. Grabbing four arrows, nocking all of them at once and launching them accurately towards them.
The arrows loosened, slicing through the unfortunate rebels like they were fruits. In a few seconds after continuous counter multiple arrow nocks and shots they were all dead.
In the midst of the dying rebels, Edeth stood unscratched like she just woke up from a beauty sleep. She went to the one who led the little group, grabbed his sword and sheathed it, as she faced back towards the women and children and yelled.
"Go! Grab any weapon you can find, our town will not fall tonight!"
She dashed forward heading to the entrance of the village. Her speed was unbelievable, accompanied by her two friends and the whole army of women and children behind her.
As she crossed the entrance of the gates she stopped as the sight of a thousand men greeted her, arranged in a war formation, swords, spears and different weapons in their hands. They were the emergency aid to the war occurring in the capital of the kingdom.
She walked towards them and screamed, "Rebels of Britannia! I give you a choice to lower your weapons and surrender or see our wrath!"
The rebels burst into laughter and scorn. The commander casually gestured to one of the tough men to take Edeth down. The gigantic man launched forward. In Edeth's boiling rage and chaotic fury, she unsheathed the sword at her side.
Though she was a few feet from the position of the giant swordsman, it took only a sway of the sword and the unlucky man was split in half, without the sword contacting his body.
A look of confusion appeared on the man's face as his upper body fell to the ground. Two white ears emerged from the top of her head, her white hair grew longer, her eyes glowing white, two white tails evolved from the back of her waist. Outfit shimmering in white energy, the energy also engrossed her sword.
The army commander's countenance was in despair as he yelled, "Archers, nock! Aim! Fire!!" Hundreds of arrows flew from the army heading towards Edeth's position. Her silver hair and white blazing outfit moved rhythmically with the wind like waves.
Without the slightest move from where she stood, the arrows began breaking, falling into pieces meters from where she was located. Her movements could not be seen by the naked eye.
At that moment the village residents at her back yelled in a battle cry, marching towards the army, with Olivia and Gwenneth in their full fox form they dashed towards the rebels.
Her hair and outfit following the wind's rhythm as she took a step forward in what seemed really quick yet slow, she took another step and then, a blur, as she couldn't be traced anymore. She had launched forward!