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Maxine woke covered in snow. She drew in a sharp breath pulling off her helmet with a wet sound she had not recognized.
Around her the destroyed remains of a carriage long burned to cinders lay directly in front of her as three bodies as well as scattered debris lay around her. Flashes of events passed through her mind to fast to place.
The council..
The legion..
What had happened..Dread settled at the events she recalled before they too were pulled away into the void like the others..
Her armor was shredded.
Metal bits of the wagon that had been sent flying were jammed into her plate from her legs to her arms. Sharpened splinters of wood that had not been deflected by the sturdy plate had lodged into her shoulder. One in particular. She pulled it free pulling off her useless plate armor leaving her in a fur lined jacket and wool lined leather pants.
Slipping out of her armor boots left her In knee high wolf skin shoes It was cold..But she wasn’t in the tundra...Was she? Her mind was hazy to everything before waking up.
Examining her helmet and the bloody dent in back of it. That explained the wet sound she hadn’t recognized previously..
Slowly pulling off her gauntlets and gloves she began feeling the caked blood in her hair on the back of her head.
She regretted the action almost instantly as her hand brushed the wound and her vision swam as pain arched across her body. She felt sick turning and falling to her knees to vomit before collapsing once more in the snow.
Her vision darkening once more.
Her mind thinking of a wolf..seeing a wolf? Her eyes must be playing tricks..
Around her the destroyed remains of a carriage long burned to cinders lay directly in front of her as three bodies as well as scattered debris lay around her. Flashes of events passed through her mind to fast to place.
The council..
The legion..
What had happened..Dread settled at the events she recalled before they too were pulled away into the void like the others..
Her armor was shredded.
Metal bits of the wagon that had been sent flying were jammed into her plate from her legs to her arms. Sharpened splinters of wood that had not been deflected by the sturdy plate had lodged into her shoulder. One in particular. She pulled it free pulling off her useless plate armor leaving her in a fur lined jacket and wool lined leather pants.
Slipping out of her armor boots left her In knee high wolf skin shoes It was cold..But she wasn’t in the tundra...Was she? Her mind was hazy to everything before waking up.
Examining her helmet and the bloody dent in back of it. That explained the wet sound she hadn’t recognized previously..
Slowly pulling off her gauntlets and gloves she began feeling the caked blood in her hair on the back of her head.
She regretted the action almost instantly as her hand brushed the wound and her vision swam as pain arched across her body. She felt sick turning and falling to her knees to vomit before collapsing once more in the snow.
Her vision darkening once more.
Her mind thinking of a wolf..seeing a wolf? Her eyes must be playing tricks..